Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl"~
I'm Not That Girl, Wicked
It's not the age of 40 that bothers me. I don't feel old. It's that I'm turning 40 and no man has ever sent me roses.
I've never been in love nor has a man ever been in love with me. I thought I was once. He was...indifferent. Except when he needed something. It may have colored my view of love.
Morgan informed me in our Caturday Conversation that she has given up hope on me. (I'm telling you, she's 10 1/2 going on 17!) But you know what? I don't really blame her. I'm almost there too. I think a part of me is starting to shrivel up, fade away, shatter. I don't know what to do about that.
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