Do you ever have those moments when someone hits on you or tries to flirt with you, and you know instantly that you are not meant for them?
I wonder if I meant for anyone anymore. I wasn’t exactly the best wife to begin with. It may be time to just not worry about that anymore. I had so much love already, I do not need more. Maybe I had that lifetime of it. Maybe I already got my share.
In a lot of ways, it is much simpler that way. It takes the pressure off. I can just be whoever I want to be. I think that is why I like having crushes and talking to those unattainable people. I know I am not meant for them, but it is nice to have something for the emotional masochist in me to lean into. My brain can overthink and fantasize about something that can never be real, and then I don’t have to worry about failing to be someone they think I am.
