It comes at a price.

Well, I knew when I finally met Michael’s dog it would come, at a price.  I don’t understand why some people take it personal, when you don’t want to talk to anyone.  It has zero to do with them as much as it, has a lot to do with them…in a way.

I am just building a protective wall around myself because I know how people are, when you surrender your feelings.  I mean I have been having a battle within myself having nothing to do with him and it has been tormenting, to say the least.  I think some people just don’t put sensitivity into others, as much as they would, if they actually-felt what you, were feeling.  Although, it is not him that I have feelings for, when people spend a lot of time together, they sometimes get closer and one thing, leads to another.  I didn’t even see him that long before he started his “we should be a couple,” argument and-also solicited my Mother, for a nudge.  Which he knew he would get, from her.  I know I need to move on and I need to find a boyfriend, because everyone needs to be loved as much as they need to give love, in return.  But, now, I’m fighting two different hemispheres, trying to mend from taunting in both capacities.  It’s not easy for sure.

I try to see the glass half full but sometimes even the strongest people, have weak moments.  Even the happiest people have, sad moments.  And I, am no different than those people.