Only sex.
And business needs.
So why am I enjoying every second I spend with her more and more? Why am I fighting the pain of my past to enjoy the pleasure this woman gives me in the here and now? Surely, this pleasure won’t continue into the future. Right?
Doesn’t love just equal heartbreak?
Maybe Gramps is right. Maybe it’s time. Time to make peace with myself and move on. I run a business, can surf like a pro, take care of my Gramps, and saved a child’s life the other day. Not to toot my own horn, but all of those qualities … they’re all mine, and they’re awesome.
So why do I tell myself I don’t deserve her?
That I don’t deserve love?
What happened is in the past, where it’ll stay. Where it needs to stay.
But no matter how much I try to convince myself, it somehow always bleeds into my future.