There are times when I am beside myself with loneliness; overcome with the notion that I could veritably be alone forever. I have two great aunts who never married, both considered striking beauties in their younger years. They just never found a man worth settling down for. And occasionally, I see myself among them: Frieda, Jean, and Lauren. Lovely ladies, but they died alone.
And then there are times when I am beside myself with joy; overcome with the notion that I have never settled for someone I didn’t deem worthy. I’ve been in love – just once, but I was there. And the Disney-princess, loving-romantic inside of me believes that the Frieda-Jean curse will not fall upon my house. Just wanted to share the optimism of the day…
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Thanks for the hope.
But perhaps it isn't a curse? If they never settled, if they were enough for themselves...
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