An article of sorts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 25, 2019

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Isn’t it foolish, matters of the heart? Why it would seem from experience that only one person of a possible two expresses an enthusiastic interest. It is hard to comprehend and accept that this is the way an interest unfolds. One person pushing, the other backing away. I have been on both ends of the rope and to be frank I am a woman who is tired of it all. A lady in her almost thirties does not have the time nor energy to invest in such games, is it a game though or is it utter and pure pot luck. What of those who have found their supposed one and only, how did it come to be? Perhaps I need to invest more time in inward reflection, but surely it was not supposed to get harder, it was easier in the first years of budding love. Perhaps trust came more freely, now after a series of bad experiences trust is scarce. Or perhaps over time more people have hardened their heart. But to what purpose and I am frustrated, once again I do not fail to mention there is always a somebody who expresses more interest, more desire, so what has romance come to? We settle for what is sound, perhaps not the avant-garde style love we perhaps one experienced, but then how would the other person feel, being settled for I mean? I do not relish the thought of being settled upon because the prize had eyes somewhere else. Irritable, folly, it is always assumed you must be ok in yourself before you can attract a suitable suitor. But then I have been there too and still managed to attract an emotionally abusive partner, I could not fix that, despite a best interest at heart. To an extent I must now shrug it off, a poet and an emotional being I am no longer at liberty to express nor dare to dream. But in saying that, it leaves me at a loss, I am raw emotion, I am the dreamer, the poet, a creature fuelled by passion and yet I am broken. Perhaps I have always been this way and perhaps that is why my vibrational energy hums to attract those in need, but I no longer wish to be the lesson. Perhaps arrogance speaks and although it would seem they go on to be better people, perhaps they don’t.

 


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