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Poor Thursday. Passed over on the way to Friday. Never appreciated for patiently waiting to trudge up the hump challenge of Wednesday, the taunts of Tuesday and let us not forget Maudlin Monday, The day filled with the angst of losing the weekend hold to paying bills, providing pet food and treats, a utility bill or two and occasional meal out.
Thursday brings the promise of another two day respite of free time to sleep late, visit friends, long walks with beloved pets, mindless time with a hot cuppa, a pastry or breakfast burrito, and a much deserved NAP or two. I lift my cuppa today for Thursday, a day without ego, a gift, a promise. |
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No, not gonna happen, it's another of my fantasy stories. I'm still blocked, he is not trying to reconnect.
How can I be so smart and so stupid at the same time? It is so easy. It's a gift. At 61, still single, still looking for love in all the wrong people, that's the hardest i think. knowing that in all this time still never connecting to that kindred spirit. still not having anyone to kiss goodnight that wants that kiss every night. The funny part is that in 2009 I stopped looking. I found him. He found me. We knew. We just knew. I'm still not looking. He is it for me. The One and Only. Fast forward to 2018. He has me blocked on FB. Closed his email. No reason. No rhyme. Just shut and locked all the doors. Not even a fuck off. wtf? I guess if we don't find it in our 20's or 30's or 40's we are not ever going to have that knowledge, that special bond with someone. The clock has stopped ticking, stopped keeping the pace.... lmao, .... No Virgina, there is NOT someone for everyone. Even when you believe it with your whole heart and soul. Like you did at age four. The end. ![]() |
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