You know, I am sure that someone, somewhere, thinks it's funny. I just don't know where that person is... and when I find them, I am going to kiss them on the mouth.
He inspired me to run. I love running. I used to be barely able to run just a few miles, and slowly. Now I can run less than 11 minutes a mile. I have a 10k in August I am going to do, and I have signed up for a half marathon in October. Because of him. He makes me strong, and pushes me to be stronger. And I love him for that.
So here I am drinking a nice mid-priced Cabernet and thinking about that which does not belong to me. I would love to say that I should have him; that he should belong to me. I want to tell him that I can be what he needs, fill him up and that I deserve him. I think that he deserves me.
But, we both know that he lives many, many miles from here. He has a beautiful daughter. He has an amazing career. He's pretty incredible. I need to find contentment in being a spectator.
Pathetic. At least I can drink some good red wine....
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