Here I am again with this heavy rotation that I can't keep track of: The Doctor, The Virgin, The Ex, The Sculptor Who Won't Respond, The New Guy From Three Years Ago. Am I forgetting anyone?
My ego is too fragile for all these Maybes, all these What Ifs. I don't like the interchangeable men. I want just one, just one man to contend with, just one person to have in my confidence. I no longer juggle well.
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