I'm working on remembering the things that I like about myself. I've gotten so lost in surviving the situation with Dad and trying to make more out of the thing with Cute Cop than it really is - I've lost the good parts of me.
I used to be fun and relaxed. I used to have interesting things to say. Somewhere, I lost that part of me, at least temporarily.
I'm fighting my way back. Dad is getting better. It's still a challenge, but a surmountable one. And Cute Cop, hhhmmm. I don't know what will happen there. I'm ok with that for now. He's got my heart. I guess it's up to me to remember where I left it.
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