At the crossroads 03302009

It seems that I can go months on end without any deep personal connections. I live the single life in the truest sense of the word, solely. Then there come one, who I think could be the one. I engage them and they engage me, we exchange ideas, thoughts, feelings, but are sure not to sour the experience by sharing flesh. There is always apprehension for either one of us to admit the feelings, but it is assuaged when we realize that they are reciprocated. Then it falls of somehow, not always intentionally or directly, but the situation reaches the precipice where its do or die. This gives way for someone else to enter and form a bond, sometimes seemingly more sturdy than the initial. The scene replays with the exchanges and it feels good until reality hits and I realize that the script has been adapted for a different medium, but the cast has changed. With prior obligations/ties to the former, I am stuck at the crossroads.