I’m feeling the movement of a merry go round.
I meet someone, things are great. The ride starts and the horse moves up. The first problem arrives and the horse descends. We talk about it and the horse moves up.
Round and round we go until the ride is over.
I get off the horse and move toward the exit.
Before I can get through the exit, someone grabs my attention and I excitedly get back on the ride.
Each time, I get more and more suspicious while I get less and less forgiving.
I am not sure if Cuddles and I are broke up permanently or not. At this point, it looks that way.
It is killing me at this point, but I can still see that the red flags were there for a reason.
Yes. I love him. Yes. I hurt.
I love me, too. He helped a great deal with that. I’m grateful for that.
Until next time…