Feeling overly melancholy this rainy day in Key West. Not a perfect day in paradise for moped riding.
Rain always reminds me of angel tears. Of course there are always happy tears, not just sad ones. It’s a overflow of emotions that have to run down our cheeks sometimes.
Often told by men that they just can’t get me “out of their head,” by then, it is too late because they missed the opportunity to pursue any relationship due to pursuing whatever else they thought would be better. Apparently it wasn’t. But I am not the Second Resort Hotel. Not interested if you have no clue what you really want.