Circumstantial

I can't help but think that there might not be just one person, that it moves in circles, that what's the point in marriage because I'm just not sure I won't end up exactly where I was before.

The Doctor is moving back to Smalltown. The Doctor who I dated before he moved cross country, before I moved cross country, now I am back and he is coming back this summer, it's a while but not that long, not in the grand scheme of things, and all I can think is that it's all coming full circle, that history is repeating itself. That these men I dated before who were perfectly wonderful, who only didn't work because of damn circumstances, who might be a good fit for me but time will only tell, who might be all wrong for me, who I might grow to hate, who I might grow to love, who might change my mind, who might put me off men forever, who might make me fall in love again.

Maybe they won't. Maybe they will. Maybe I will meet a brand new person. Maybe I won't. Maybe it will all work itself out if I just let it. Maybe I am the master of my fate but maybe it's about timing, circumstances, and I need to not over think it. But where's the fun in that?