A SINGLE MAN, I AM I’m perfectly happy being completely alone. There’s always peace and quiet here in my little home. I do my own cooking, though its sometimes kinda chancy and I do my own dirty dishes, when ever it strikes my fancy. I do my own house cleaning, sweep and mop my own floors, do my own grocery shopping and carry them through my own door. I have no guilty feelings, no apologies to make. I never ask permission for the liberties I might take. I do pretty much as I please, never having to ask. I make no explanations, no one ever takes me to task. Still, at times it gets lonely, living life alone. No one there to help make my house into a home. They say that men can’t, (or maybe won’t) commit. The words I do are simple, but they’re words I can’t permit. I’m not a fearful man and I have a kindly heart, but it scares me so to think, “Until death do we part” I’ve traveled that road and in fact, she has too. But, those five words are scary. The ones preceding the words I do Still, when the nights get lonely and I’m longing for a friend, she’s the one I think of time and time again. Guess, I’m not really all that happy and likely neither is she. We’d probably both be much closer, If she and I were we. Life might not be perfect, but it could be much closer than this. We’d likely enjoy it more if we shared a daily 10 second kiss. That’s directly from TV, Sweetie heard on some show. Some expert brought it up and he’d be the one to know. When we share our world, waking beside her is divine. But, just before we fall asleep is the most fantastic time. #qood-morn¡nq
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 05:51:58 +0000
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