I thought this would be good. I had let my guard down only the tiniest bit. I engaged.
There turned out to be quite a few choices I could have made. I was hopeful, so very, very hopeful. But, I chose the wrong one. Again.
Choosing wrong, has been a path I have been on most of my life. I try really hard each time, thinking this time it will work. It will be OK. Finally! It is TRUE!
Until I inevitably hear that voice, my intuition, my Guardian Angel, saying it's still not the one.
My heart breaks, the tears come. My days are dwindling.
THIS TIME, I will let it go. Though I still have that painful, hollow feeling.
I will hold my dogs. Thankful to God for what I have. Their love washes over me and keeps me present. Needed.
Maybe the dogs are the one? They are beautiful.