So today by the lake as I was thinking, I started getting excited again. I'm willing to compromise for love and not even see it as a compromise. Yet, there is an exciting life to continue with.
An MNA in the outskirts of Paris, speaking French, helping a friend out with his cambodian charity and letting that best friend from uni days turn into a lover as he so craves.
I sometimes wonder if I am just too traditional. Perhaps I am chasing the unknown, in some way trying to reconcile a rejection and prove something I don't need to.
Truth is that there is a man that really knows me deeply. That I can open up and have conversations with that do transcend time. One who has been my best friend through the years, proven himself time and time again.
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