this freedom that you enjoy so much and hold dear... how long will it last? certainly not forever... because, as they say, nothing is meant to last forever. yet... another question imposes itself. when this freedom ends... what becomes of you? do i settle down? will i be tamed? will i be spoken for? attached? committed? will my caretaker be pleased? moreover, do i even have a pre-destined caretaker?
so many questions... none of which seem optimistic in terms.
what does your future hold? yet another inquiry... it is yet to end. your life has just been so full of questions... which are yours? now, here's one... what's wrong with me? maybe nothing is. maybe you're just not the marrying type, just like you once perceived of yourself. maybe you're singled out.
then comes miss Bradshaw...
"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone -- just as wild -- to run with."
only thing is...
maybe i don't want someone to run with.
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