The one you knew of

I can't seem to settle on my books.

My sensitive and heartfelt. We grew up to expectations of making choices based on consequences. And that consequences should prevent their very own recurrences. That is the massive grip on the life of infinite choices, which I very much agree with you.

Undoubtedly a shrewd mentality, but the shrewdness stemming from fear. It took me a great deal to allow myself the consequences as they rid me of the cumbersome need to have my life so tightly in my hands. Being discerning does not guarantee one from the unwanted consequences, be it disappointment or regrets. I don't know myself all too well, but time has told me that I am only a free-spirited one.

I have came to realise sadly that I am only a sometime thing. (Ah, the consequence.) Perhaps I treasured my freedom too much to be within reach of fathom, much less truly appreciated. Love became a constant need to be made a possession as how many sometimes would make an all time.

Indeed, we are so much more.

I am still the one you knew of.

Angie