The Voice in the Middle of the Lines
So. I just started to listen to country music and I’m alone. Currently, I am doing laundry, frantically looking for a pocket knife. Hanging up pictures as an “I love you” motion. Soon to be on my way to go to the dry cleaners and tailors. After that looking into registering a business up in Laguna Hills. Am I okay? I started dating a 36 year old country fan, indecisive, Peter Pan type. Even weirder I never liked country, till him. I remember the first time he told me he loved me. The truth in his eyes and the lies on his lips. To say it as easily as I can read it. He looked into my soul and said “I’m never going to let this go. I’m never going to leave you.” Should have I known then? I wonder.