Sometimes I feel life is too fragile, like a glass. Should there be no patience and faith, it could be broken into pieces. Destroyed. Finished. Done.
He broke it off two days before my 32nd birthday. He found/met someone else. Fine.'Well, good for you. I'm happy to hear that.'
Why am I too easily broken lately, I have no idea.
Nevertheless, I'm blessed with a new person in my life - a hunk I met seven years ago. Too quick for a replacement? Maybe. Well, who cares anyway? As long as I am happy. Welcome to my life...
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