I fell in love not just once, but twice. Both times left me scarred and broken. The second, I have yet to heal from. The first has chosen to resurface but I am numb. I choose not to respond.
I was married twice but didn't love once. A sad fact. Perhaps I had hoped but love to come Hard to say, it was a long time ago.
Love is difficult, love is blind. Love is a fickle bitch.
I am reminded of my failures by the candy coated bullshit that graces store shelves. Reminding us that the day of love is just around the corner. I want to scream and pull the pink and red from the aisles, tossing it to the floor, where my heart once laid.
Perhaps I am bitter. Love failed me. Love was hidden in lies and promises. I no longer trust love.
I am single like sliced cheese.
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