We're All Humans, Aren't We?

Waiting for the dust to settle…

…which it will soon enough.

I’ve found waiting is easier…

…when you are holding hands.

cinderella9779 says:

Is that your hand? I have never seen you wear a pinky ring before.

August 3, 2005 at 10:47 am

Amanda1011 says:

Yes that’s his hand… and yes it’s my influence that he’s wearing that ring. It was mine, and I gave it to him… He pulls it off well.

August 3, 2005 at 12:27 pm

Anonymous says:

I wish sometimes that there was a someone’s hand in mine again. Then I remember what men’s dirty laundry smells like and I’m ok again. There is a man, I love him, but we aren’t a couple. He is looking for wife and babies and happily ever after. That isn’t me. But the conflicted needs don’t make me not in love with him. So we are friends, and it breaks my heart every minute of every day. My ex is more of a supportive hand holder than any one else. He took me to the ER during a three day monster migraine and sat silently in the dark with me while the drugs slowly relieved the pain. He is a best friend like I never knew before. But he isn’t a mate either. Don’t take the gift of love lightly, don’t forget to appreciate every second of it. I was in love, true deep mushy romantic love, with my sweet marine husband. I was extraordinarily lucky to have ever felt that true love. I miss the love and the man. I miss not feeling like an island, a mate is there with you emotionally. I need a new boyfriend. Or at least a sleazy fling with an acrobat or a weight-lifter. Does anyone have a single guy friend who could have a decent conversation naked under my apple tree? I’m accepting applications.

August 4, 2005 at 2:35 pm