Women I’ve wanted, loved, and left,

It’s so strange to see marriages. To see these beautiful faces that I once recognized so warmly, wantingly, lovingly or painfully, paired off with the choice and hope of whom they hope to be with for eternity here and after.

I wonder where I’ll be the day that the last girl gets married.
I wonder how I’ll feel.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s