Last time I "confessed" here, I confessed that I thought I might still be in love with this girl I dated last year. Since then, I've realized that - though I loved her then and still care deeply for her now - I could NOT date her again. See, I do love her, but not like that. Not anymore. Ever since realizing this, I've felt great.
Although I'm avoiding thinking words like "perfect" or "happy" I sometimes feel this bright pink soap bubble spread out in my chest and rise up out through my mouth and rise and rise in the air and I feel so tight and so quivery I want to laugh and squeal but if I breathe I think I'll pop the bubble. I just want to watch it rise and soar with my toes curled, holding my breath, licking my teeth.
All the men I've ever loved that I'm not related to have grown up self-absorbed and needy. I don't know if I've grown less sympathetic or they really are all prats. But it's disappointing.
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