know exactly:
Who I am supposed to be.
How I am to dress.
What to drive\ride.
Where I am to live.
What my role is.
I kept thinking to myself and the others around me that I haven't changed.
But I have.
I will some more.
I'll no longer be the me that I am now in four or five years any more than I am now who I was four or five years ago.
Just the way it is.
Just need somebody to cooperate with me there Lucy.
Whatever happened to that damn dress and all that "Hubby" talk anyway?
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