HelluvaGirl

Always thought that as soon as I knew what I wanted, life would become clear-cut.

I know what I want now, crystal clear.

And it’s next to impossible.

No one will cut me out of this picture and insert into another one. We met before our individual plot lines were ready to support our hearts’ choice.

I must stop waiting. I deny it to myself, but I am waiting, and I am growing old.

Must come to terms with the second best being what I’ve earned.

It’s noon. Time to get up. I have a seafood dinner invitation.