A dreamer

OLD SWEATER
by Teri Lyn Smith

i wear you like an old sweater–
arms around me, warmth and comfort,
the worn places i overlook,
the tears i hold together.
threads broken at the seams, we hang on,
still able to keep the cold
from seeping through.
the color has faded, but
i expect nothing more
than the familiar feel, the smell of you.
you need not be more than that;
i can’t expect you to be more.
you have always been there
as you are, as you will always be–
nothing more, but that’s enough for me.

waaahhh! unrequited love to the max! found this poem in my ‘99 notebook of quotes.  sheesh…some things will never change…i am forever pining for somebody i can never have.  ‘i am desperately searching for something real’ and yet i keep falling for guys who for one reason or another can NEVER be mine–it’s as if they were just meant to live in my fantasies, in my dreams

i’ll end this ranting with a quote from Bridget Jones’ Diary (the book, not the movie)–
"Love is not something that happens to you but something you do.  So what didn’t I do?"

end of sharing.

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