Walking out my apartment door with dog Stella, I encountered THIS….This, the morning, as a man I’ve never met expresses a yearning for my company.
God…does He send hope, in the form of tire tracks in the snow?
It’s all I have now…all this, and free.
I wonder…sick to my stomach with food poisoning, sick to the heart, with questions.
Am I too vulnerable to try again? Does a date constitute laying my heart down on railroad tracks?