Left or Right? |
Yesterday was a good day, full of laughs. It's been awhile since i've truly smiled and meant it all the way through the core. I don't usually think of myself as funny, but some times i have my moments. Sandy's oldest son (12 yrs. old) was observing me more than usual. I asked him why. Teasingly he said i had too much make-up on and joining him in his game, i acted surprised and said "Really?" He'd nod and i'd pretend like i was worried. "I was looking at you because you're pretty." I laughed and then wrapped my arms around him, hugging him then gave him a kiss on the forehead. He's getting so tall. I think he's passed me by an inch or two. I know, i've been told this before, but for some reason, coming from your cousin's 12 year-old son, it seemed... somehow... more legitimate. Kids don't usually lie. I think. And (some) men tell you what you want to hear in an attempt to score sex. *** I don't know how good or bad that is. In a way, i've always felt alone with these feelings of mine. I never really felt sure or got that security of feeling completely reciprocated. I keep thinking i'm doing myself some good by exploring elsewhere for the person that could return what i have to give but that's proven itself just as difficult. So, i don't know exactly what to do. How do you choose left from right when both directions seem to be the wrong way? |
posted on 2012-10-29 @ 2:53 p.m. |
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