...everywhere but here, that is.
You'd think it was springtime, the way people are getting together. Old hubbies and wifeys are gone, and now it's time to connect with new loves.
It all makes me feel rather unattractive and undesirable. With good reason; each of those who pledged love and loyalty to me felt no need to follow through for very long. I helped them through periods of pain and/or loneliness and then, when greener pastures beckoned, all that nonsense was forgotten.
Don't consider this a warning of dire consequences ahead if you're one of those who are feeling those wonderful emotions again. Most likely you have what it takes to make the deal work. A lot of people do.
I seem not to. Whatever I said, whatever I am, that made a desirable woman commit herself to me lasted only until she realized she was free to accept other invitations. My value was, at best, transitory.
Other people, those who are going through difficult times, have mentioned the necessity of living for today, of telling the ones you love that, well, you love them.
I can't do that, either.
Several people whom I love are gone. The few -- all two of them -- who are still alive to whom I might say such a thing would not be interested in my declarations. One wouldn't hear it at all; the other would, at best, offer a noncommittal reply.
But I do love them.
"I love you" is not a phrase I've ever used lightly. It's not just an expression of desire; it's a commitment, and I do not make those lightly.
So while I am delighted that some are finding themselves in fresh relationships, no such good fortune has befallen me, or seems likely to.
I love me, and I'm damned if I can understand why someone who might reciprocate eludes me.
When all about you are forming tight couples, it's a bitch to be relegated to single-ness, Jim.
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