It’s The Maybes That’ll Kill Me
Am I going to be left on the shelf like a shrink-wrapped, soon-to-expire, piece of fruit?

Am I going to be left on the shelf like a shrink-wrapped, soon-to-expire, piece of fruit?

Maybe.
Maybe I’m too fussy.
Maybe my expectations are too high.
Maybe I’m no longer marketable.
Maybe I’m past my ‘expiry date’.

Maybe.

But.
Maybe I’m overthinking this.
Maybe I should ask him out.
Maybe he won’t be distracted by the many women in his life.
Maybe.


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Musings of a perfectionist Piscean with a penchant for fridge magnets, ice cream and shoes.

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