I’m not perfect by a MILLION miles. I’m flawed to the core. Like, no joke! But I mean well. I have a good heart and I try harder than anyone I know has tried for me. I fight hard. But it doesn’t mean that every day is a perfect day.
Tonight I looked around the table and I saw happiness and love. I saw mates and matches. I saw 2 people who look both figuratively and literally like they have been cut from the same cloth. I think to myself what a beautiful thing that is. I think of the stories I could tell when I had my “cut from the same cloth half”. But those stories are not relevant anymore, or even comical. They are irrelevant. I sit solo.
I feel naked without my kidos round me they shelter me from these awkward moments. I realize that I fall apart when they are not with me. Caring for someone else is what I know it’s what is natural and normal for me, and when that’s gone I’m naked (and not in a good way!).
I feel naked without my kidos round me they shelter me from these awkward moments. I realize that I fall apart when they are not with me. Caring for someone else is what I know it’s what is natural and normal for me, and when that’s gone I’m naked (and not in a good way!).
I leave the party with hugs, love and smiles. Get into my car, crank Adel and cry. Idk why. Really I don’t (other than I’m PMS-ing). But I do. I think, for all the love and good will I try to put out there why does the night end with him there and me here, and me sitting at a table with everyone cut from lining and me cut from wool? When can I be linen too?