| The "Curse" |
| The hissing of the grill can't distract my tired mind, all I seem to think about is him. The amount of thought I use is taking up more time- go around in circles is all they do. Ever since I've met him, we've hit it off just great, but, of course the situation can't be worse. Every time I meet someone to whom I can relate, it seems to set off a special curse. The constant flow of orders doesn't hold me very long, I knew the aversion wouldn't last. I always have these feelings that are oh-so-very strong, and falling for him always happens fast. You'd think there'd be a perfect one and perfect time, but the two just can't seem to go together. If I were to meet a guy that I thought was so sublime, the circumstances would be difficult to weather. The mindlesness of washing only fuels this raging fire, Burning up the inside of my skull. The searing heat it fuels is often my desire, but even that, in time, will quickly dull. There's a certain "him" that is always in my head, but the subject can change from week to day. I really should be focused on one guy, but instead, it's two or three...and never long to stay. |