To say that I have zero desire to be in another relationship at this point of my life is an understatement of epic proportions. I have not been lucky in love, and the damage done to my heart has me perfectly happy to be alone for the rest of my life rather than roll the dice again.
Which is not to say that I don't have moments where I mourn the one that got away, of course...
But then I slap myself out of nostalgia and accept that we probably would have killed each other if we were trapped in quarantine together for seven months.
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-sigh- I wish you would stop revealing my thoughts. I hesitate to even be casually friendly nowadays for fear that somebody will misinterpret. I even tread carefully in the very (VERY) few blogs that I follow. There have been times when I’ve given in to the urge to share a thought or experience only to feel disappointed by lack of response, or worse, the possibility that my casual banter might be taken as something far more inviting.