The Neurotic Philosopher and I wailed down the phone at each other in the lonely wee hours of Sunday morning coming down. "Why don't we match anyone?" he asked. It was my question too as I clamboured gracelessly out of another budding two back into one again. I just don't match anyone. On brighter days, I add the yet. But sometimes, when the shared shards of all those almosts, all those sweet but also rans, chime against my ribs, I wonder if I ever will.
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Oh you will Fiona. There is magic and it does happen. Promise.
F - keep faith. Enjoy the journey and look forward to the destination.
Ladies, you are both very lovely and I am most cheered by your comments. I am full of hope the magic will happen - again - and in the meantime, single life does have its advantages.
whatever do you mean by "not match anyone"?! If you weren't so fussy about me not having a willy...!
Tanjat! You are right. Me and my ludicrous requirements. If I was . . . etc. But you know that MTTM still only applies to you my bestest.
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