Saturday, March 15, 2014

Through Rose tinted glasses

The trouble that you face when you get about my age is that which every passing day, is that you seem to believe ever more fervently is that you are going to end up alone.

An illogical yet very real fear.

The bigger trouble with this is that you see all your past relationships with rose tinted glasses. No matter how horrid they were, you convince yourself that they weren't all that bad. This is an urge that must be fought. Trust me.

As ironic as it may seem, I think I will always try to live up to her expectations, or rather how she saw me through her rose tinted glasses. To be a better man, not for anyone else, but for my own self.

Ironic. But it's the best I can take away from it.