Maybe this time will be different. I cannot decide if it’s foolishness or a desperation - but possibly a strange combination of both - that makes so many clever people do so many stupid things. I want to keep the logic and the practicality involved as much as I can because I can’t get my feet wet anymore…not if I can’t guarantee what lurks beneath. All my friends are growing up, growing older and I’m not sure anyone still remembers to love like we all used to.
The thing is, I remember how to. I’m just not sure I can do it quite like that again.
