Surrender

As a form of escaping other frustrations, I've been immersing myself in the library's black romance novels. I find myself finishing books within three days or less and then compulsively taking out more. As I read them, I bring them back. I let myself get lost in the words, often day dreaming about my own romantic life or lack thereof. Don't get me wrong. I have my admirers but that only goes but so far. A part of me wants to just be to myself and the other part wants to move on with someone. Mr. West and I are cool now and all is forgiven but he isn't the one. I know it and I think he knows it too. He misses me and I just don't know. In the meantime, I feel like I want something and I know what it is. I just can't talk about it now cause class sytarts in five minutes.