Awe you’ve came over here now to hide all my love posts. Tsk, tsk. Don’t worry. I’ll never be one of those old women still trying to force a s*** leg out or wear some child’s jeans or shirts to pretend to be young. I know my place. And who wants to pretend to be young and foolish anyway, so nieve. Your hating does not make anyone care. I’m starting to think people can’t help who they love. That it comes from somewhere else, and each time you try to run from it, the world says, “no, back where you belong” and keeps things down, until you’re ready to love the person you’re meant to love. It’s him.