Ink Stained Soul…

I’m the girl you can’t stop thinking about. Long after you made choices that lost me, you’re left wondering if I’m happy, what I’m up to?! Did she change or is she still that little firecracker? I’m the one you may nestle next to someone else and think about what life would have looked like. It’s not conceit, it’s evidence. A lifetime of men that span back from days before I even became a woman. They reach out to reminisce, catch up, and at some point, still confess feelings for me. Every single man I’ve had a real connection or relationship with, they all have this something about me I can’t let go of. That is my magic. My light. My essence of life and passion and joy and laughter. When they see me, the shift in their eyes from excitement to despair because of the loss of me hits them as the excitement of seeing me smile takes them through a wave of emotions I must witness. Lessons, you were all my lessons. The ones I never wanted and still had to endure. Tears for the one I never wanted to be nothing to are tucked away like the imperfect side of a Christmas tree. You got the life you chose, and I get to wait for the one who chooses me.