I met someone the other day at the Guild’s harvest festival.

I wasn’t looking for anyone.

As a matter of fact, I had pretty much accepted the idea that I would spend the rest of this life alone.

I mean, every single relationship I’ve ever had has gone south at some point.

Just how many times does a heart have to be broken before the world starts to get dark? How much heartache must one endure before they finally just give up and isolate themselves completely for protection?

I actually felt myself slipping into a sort of, “life sucks” kind of attitude and the kicker was I just didn’t care.

I was down and almost out.

And then, the worm turned………………… yet again.

I met this beautiful woman at the festival (yes, among all the OTHER beautiful women at the festival)

We were introduced and we started talking afterwards.

One thing led to another and now I find myself thinking about her often, wondering where she’s at, what she might be doing.
(At this point I refuse to even write her name for fear that it will somehow curse the entire thing)

I know, I know, I’m a fool.

But what can I say? I am what I am and until I find what I’m looking for ……………. I suppose this is what I’ll always be.