My heart might be drunk/but my mind is sober
A few months ago a friend seemed to be getting at something else when he sent me a text "Wow, I've known you for almost a year, I'm old." Something along those lines, at least. It took me a minute, but then I replied "age is relative." In reality, I stopped the treadmill, sat on the edge of it, and said out loud, "Oh Honey, you don't know me at all."
It's not good, it's not bad . . . it's just how it is. Life, especially when it comes down to love, is mostly about the catches and the misses.
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