you and me
The world has a box for the beautiful women, the clever women, the interesting women, the vixens, but you say you want to be all this women, while you shun the labels. Who will claim you? A woman who is contradiction: night and day, here and there, everything and nothing?
Memories, once snarled, now lay sorted and stacked, their sharp edges softened and beginning to decay. Within these layers, resolutions have emerged.
Questions often asked are “But do you work?”, “Where’s all your stuff?”, “Do you miss your friends?”, “Do you ever want to settle?” The answer to a lot of these questions is Yes, but what some people fail to see is that not all choices in life have to be mutually exclusive.
What I want to say is too much, too raw. The thing is, beautiful one, that your signature is one of the more stunning and real and powerful I’ve seen.
He was not intimidated by you or 'too immature' or 'too busy' or 'not ready for commitment' (my absolute favorite), he just did not love you.