There is hope in dating

I’ve grown weary these past couple of years,
Not because of work or school,
But because of the love that I thought could exist.
I was committed to a man with whom I thought,
Life would end with.
Only to my heart’s dismay, I received a text one day,
I think we should just be friends.

Friends? Friends? Friends?
How could such words come from a man that I was committed with for over a year?
Was it a lie all those times he said, “I love you?”

Months passed and my heart slowly started to mend,
In the meantime, the company of others regaled my need for human interaction,
For if I was void of this, I would become a vegetable, lying in bed,
Looking at the off-white vertical blinds that shelter me from light.

It is now March, month of the pisces, and I feel like dating,
What a feeling! I have found hope again,
And once again, I’m back to square one…
Finding love.

Response to some comments

I’ve been reading through some comments over the past few days and I’m honestly surprised to have seen that so many people even remember the rooster alarm clock. Also, I forget to mention something in the previous post.

To David, one of the blog readers, you’ll be glad to know I now have unlimited texting. Finally, sort of, got out of the dinosaur age of technology.

Also, I guess I should mention I know have an iPhone. So if anyone knows of any good, free apps, please let me know.

~alex