So, I'm sitting here thinking that fate wants me to be alone. Who am I to fight fate?
A year ago my ex ripped out my heart and left. Sometime this past spring or early summer I grew another one only to have a twist of fate take it from me again.
Now.... I wonder why I would even allow myself to fall in love again. Someone once told me that bad things come in threes.... I'm not sure I could survive that third one.
I know that sounds sad and full of self pity. And perhaps there is a little of that, but really I just think it's best to be alone.
