Recently, I had a telephone call with someone who has been single for more than 20 years. Her voice and our conversation felt pleasant. Later that day, I wanted to ask her a question about our conversation. She refused a second call. The next several days, she sent me those annoying “Good Morning” images.
Initially, I replied by writing: good morning and have a nice [day]. Finally, I decided to send her the image below and the (translated) text: “You can count me out”. I’m indeed extraordinary but clearly not in that context.
Sometimes, I’m wondering whether – or not – I belong to the above-mentioned group of single people. In my view, one (1) year cannot be viewed as “too long”. Nevertheless, I seldom feel lonely, and mostly enjoy my solitude.
Slowly, I’m accepting the possible truth in the saying “once you go black, you never go back”. My deceased girlfriend Joan (1964-2016) would have laughed and would have said: “I’m not black, I’m mocha”.
Home (2015) by Tink
artist, lyrics, video, Wiki-artist, Wiki-album+song
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been single for way too long (too long, too long)
Something’s got to give, what am I doing wrong?
Note: all markings (bold, italic, underlining) by LO unless in quotes or stated otherwise.
0 Comments