Tonight I discovered I am running out of men I loved in the past, that might still hold a spark, a flame for me. I never knew I held such a thought. But all my old possibilities are married, or divorced, fathers or seriously committed.
Don't get me wrong. I'm married and not looking. I just thought there would be someone from my past who never recovered from adoring me. Someone, who if they received their sole wish, would sit across from me and tell me how much they always liked me and respected me. How much they wished they had spoken up, had declared themselves and tossed their hat into the ring.
I have my person. The one who always feels like the one. The one I couldn't hold on to. I just wanted to know that I am not the only one haunted.
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