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Lonely Guy
Guest
As you can see it is a Friday night, and I have chosen, or shall
I say I was forced, due to the reality of myself, to spend it in
doors with only the company my favorite books that I will now
reread for the hundredth time. I'm surprised I haven't yet memorized the pages. Is there any one else that has as much trouble with Friday nights as I do? I thought by now I would be in love. I was wrong.
It's funny, I have this image of the perfect love in my mind, yet as much as I engage the search, it never seems to materialize.
Does anyone think that I might be asking for too much, or is it because I'm just incurably hopeless in my own transparent way.
I feel open to love, yet it does not seem to want to step any
closer to me.
Does anyone feel anything relative to this?
I would appreciate some insightful words from anyone willing to lend them.
Alone,
Lonely Guy
I say I was forced, due to the reality of myself, to spend it in
doors with only the company my favorite books that I will now
reread for the hundredth time. I'm surprised I haven't yet memorized the pages. Is there any one else that has as much trouble with Friday nights as I do? I thought by now I would be in love. I was wrong.
It's funny, I have this image of the perfect love in my mind, yet as much as I engage the search, it never seems to materialize.
Does anyone think that I might be asking for too much, or is it because I'm just incurably hopeless in my own transparent way.
I feel open to love, yet it does not seem to want to step any
closer to me.
Does anyone feel anything relative to this?
I would appreciate some insightful words from anyone willing to lend them.
Alone,
Lonely Guy