plight of...
the fickle, passionate heart.
eventually, she gets to doing the right thing.
but in the meantime, she loves too hard, and bruises too long, hoping that this time it might be different...
or at least that she might learn something.
though she always learns something.
and floors herself because she never stops trusting in the best in every soul, and keeps putting all those damn eggs...
into the next basket.
i'm really not cut out for this "other woman" shit, though i will say this, she is a privy, privy woman.
