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They say that people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
So, I didn’t; he did.
My walls shattered, leaving me
Now I’m blinded by the lights reflecting off the shards of glass.
He sweeps in and sweeps me up,
rebuilding my walls with his
and powerful lips that whisper,
It was time to do the one thing I dreaded doing...
Change my relationship status.
There wasn't a status that that said: GIRLFRIEND, UNTIL SOMEONE BETTER COMES ALONG or WAITING UNTIL HE DECIDES TO GROW UP.
I had to face the facts, I was now officially SINGLE.
The thought of dating again made me want to break out in hives but I persevered and entered the game.
The only problem was now that I’ve finally gotten used to the whole dating thing, who should appear but the one man that shouldn’t.
LONG TERM LOVER? Definitely not with him. Well, maybe with him if it weren’t for the fact that he was my best friend’s brother.
MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS? Nope. Not in a million years…I mean, how could we be? He’s the last person on Earth that I should fall for, even though he has the dreamiest eyes, meatiest arms and a smile that makes me forget my own name. Let’s not forget to mention he’s a cop, too.
FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? Not in this life. Okay, maybe I’ve fantasized about it but God forbid I admit it out loud to anyone.
It was time to do the one thing I dreaded doing…
Current status: IT’S COMPLICATED
Some people change relationship status like they change shoes. Not me. I’d been in a steady relationship for a long time. Maybe too long.
We were happy and by happy my status could read: IN COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE SAFE or GIRLFRIEND BUT NOT A PRIORITY.
It wasn’t until I met someone who made my heart beat fast that I regretted I was officially TAKEN.
His best friend and my best friend have fallen in love and are getting married. Is happy every after contiguous? I hope so!
Everything I never knew I was missing is now standing right in front of me, but I’m still taken. It’s time to call it like it is and move on.
BREAK UP? Is it really breaking up if you’re ending something that’s already over? Nope. Finally, being free to move on isn’t as easy as I thought.
REBOUND? No way. That’s not what he is… not even close. He’s smart, gorgeous and covered in tattoos. He looks like a bad boy but acts like a gentleman.
FRIENDS TO LOVERS? We could be. If I could just convince him that what we have, what we could have, is real.
From one relationship to another, I don’t even have a label for what this is.
Current status: IT’S MESSY