Adjusting

Perched again above the shoppers, this time I am able to look down and observe them passing by as singles, two’s, or small groups.

I am happy for the couples, yet find I cringe as remember incompatible dynamics and the hard work I put in for bridging.

The hope that I had and diligence; the telling myself good messages when lacking reciprocation; and the effort it took to keep my vexation from pushing my emotions into a tailspin were draining.

I find that I’m relieved to be out of no-win situations.