I was content. No, I was happy with my life. I had finally silenced the pesky voice that cried out for a mate. I had found true happiness in the bonds of friendship I had nurtured over the past few years. The truth and loyalty of my two best friends had taught me to love myself, to appreciate my strengths, to accept my flaws and to embrace my independence. I didn’t need or even so much as desire a man in my life.
But then it happened and they came pouring forth like the falls at Otter Creek spraying desire and satiety simultaneously. The feelings lead to irresponsible and irreversible actions, thus reopening the void, exposing my underbelly, and restoring the uncertainty that I had managed to suppress.
I am no longer assured of which direction to move. Distraught as I walk away from the love I could never have and confounded as to why I opened the door.
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