Conversation

What the heck am I doing? Is it too good to be true? Do I refuse to believe it, because I have been so down for so long? Do I ever tell you that my taste in men actually deteriorated after?

Do I dare count on them? Will they be so glad to see me next time? Or will there be regrets?

So many questions. But I love them. And, wonder of wonders, they love me.
It will be enough. It has to be.