i figure if the best face i can put on is one mustered with (even just slight) intoxication, i should maybe hold off for awhile longer.
the wounds are too fresh; the scars still visible; the warmth still there. although i know my ex has and/or is trying to move on, i guess i'm just not ready yet. and that is just fine with me. i'm happy for him, for Fisher, for what is next in his life. i hope its full of good things; less drama; more sun and smiles and a lot less of the Crazy. i hope that, too, for his new ladyfriend. sincerely.
oh yea, and dating in the rain is the pits!
thanks Olympia for keeping me snug as a hermitty bug in my precious, warm, dry and kitten-friendly home.