I’ve been thinking about the woman I met in Fluff in Stuff today—about kissing frogs and a certain someone who I won’t name yet on my blog. (Let’s just call him X.)
She looked so dreamy as she spoke of the memories that the small frog brought up for her—memories of her youth and a great love in her life.
(How can I not compare that to how I feel about X?)
I so badly wanted her to tell me that the boy of her childhood dreams was now her husband, that what she’d known even then had come true for her.
But at the end of our conversation, I was left with only one thought…how much time am I going to waste hoping and dreaming that things are going to be different between X and I.
Is X my frog and how many summers am I going to waste thinking that he might be?
And how can we, as empowered self-confident women not get swept up into fantasies that may or may not come true?
Love,
Sammy
Single Wide Female (SWF)
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