Day 10 of 30. Essays ” The Life of Peggy. A thirty-three year old, Kind Of Single Lady.”
Maybe I am slightly insane. I am most definitely awkward. I imagine all aspects in life with No Pants on.
When you love him but the puzzle doesn’t fit.
He calls you…when you needs you. You think that your life together works because there are many of the same things that you both want in it….art…music…writing…no children yet family…travels…yet….you are both so different that…
Your puzzle pieces just don’t fit. He….is different than you. And you. Are different than him. You both try…and try…and try. You have passion…because you are both passionate people…but is the passion really for each other? Or will you both have passion for any other such passionate person?
When do you let it go? Admit that the puzzle pieces in this box are mixed and not all go together and to…try another?