It has been SO LONG since I felt even a SMIDGE of love for a member of the opposite sex, it’s almost like I’m incapable of the emotion.
Oh sure, there was Luke AGES AGO.
And then The Pirate, who I imagined myself to be in love with.
But that was three years ago.
Should I worry?
Am I just not meeting men who tug at my heart strings or am I truly broken?
Yes, there’s The Swede who I simply ADORE.
He’s in my heart.
And there’s Coke Can Dan who makes me faint of heart.
But I’m not in love.
The other day someone called me “protective” and I think that’s true.
I am protective.
And NERVOUS about falling for someone.
But I KNOW FOR CERTAIN that I just haven’t felt the tug to go in the direction of love in the past few years.
Because when all is said and done, I am a RISK TAKER.
And given even a GLIMPSE of sharing happiness with another human being, I will risk getting hurt EVERY TIME.
And let me tell you this, I MEET A LOT OF MEN.
So why I’m not in love is a mystery to me.
Maybe I’m broken.