I saw the ad. Wrote down the 1-800 number. I want them so bad I can taste them (well except for that piece of crap number, "My Eyes Adored You."
It's a grey, gloomy, day out with a drizzle that's neither a rain-storm nor a mist.
And I feel lonely, grey, sad and wondering how my life turned out this way.
Someone I know only via email and phone sent me pictures of his grandchildren. It's been a long time since my biological clock sounded the alarm. But that old familiar pang sounded once again as I looked at the little boys - all fresh-faced and innocent and wondered, what would it have been like to have held my own child?
Would that I were the pragmatist. Fortunate I am a loner. Because otherwise, this might just be unbearable.
To be all alone.
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