It's gone from warm to crisp literally overnight. Crisp air, and crispy leaves under foot. Autumn makes me want to be in love. I crave it. I want to be all-consumed by a boy. To be warm together. To walk holding hands with scarves on. To go to the movies together, and out for slices of pie afterwards. I am rarely if ever lonely, but lately I am starting to feel rather melancholy. It isn't that I'm unhappy to be on my own, because I always enjoy solitude... It's just that as I grow older, I worry that I will forget how to be who I am with anyone. How to let go and enjoy the rollercoaster of new romance. I have become so picky. Any little thing can be a turn-off. I just want to be in the moment for a while without thinking about the future at all. Wouldn't that be nice? I wish I would cross paths with someone interesting enough for me to go out of my way to talk to them, or pass them a note. I am not shy about these things at all. But I never see anyone anymore. They have all gone away. They are married, or taken, or just not going to the places that I go. I guess it's just a matter of timing, right? Everything good is about the proper timing. Fate. Being in the right place at the exact moment that someone else was supposed to be there to meet you, too.
Si c'est censé être, vous viendrez à moi. Si nous ne sommes pas faits pour être ensemble, nos chemins se croisent jamais ...
