Today my head tells me it's am over. It HAS been over. Actually it never really was. The good guy doesn't get the girl. It was actually pretty bone headed off me to think I had a chance.
My heart says she's a a wonderfully sweet lady. She's compassionate. She's loving. Maybe one day she will feel compelled to write and ask if I'm ok and we can start a dialog. Maybe once she gets to know the real me, she will know how great a love I have and she will want that.
Head: logical. Heart: idealistic. I have always been ruled by my heart. I'm a little old to change that.
So I cry
My heart says she's a a wonderfully sweet lady. She's compassionate. She's loving. Maybe one day she will feel compelled to write and ask if I'm ok and we can start a dialog. Maybe once she gets to know the real me, she will know how great a love I have and she will want that.
Head: logical. Heart: idealistic. I have always been ruled by my heart. I'm a little old to change that.
So I cry