"He’s unavailable. And he’s a cheater! He’s nothing but a lifetime of unkept promises and heartache and oh, did I mention he’s a CHEATING PIECE OF CRAP. Tell me again why you want that, when you could have a man’s full attention, love, and heart?"
So here I wait--for my UNmarried man. I take it day by day and I need to work on the sadness I feel. While it feels as if I’m in mourning, there are no real tears right now. I sit back and observe that in shock. No tears? But there is a sense of a hollow heart, a bottomless pit in my stomach that is not going away. I'm beginning to love him. but I also love myself enough to finally let him go. While I intend for him to take action, I also know that I have no control over those results. So I wait.
I'm worthy of someone
... someone available.
... someone available.