I’m not sure if I agree with this quote, but it’s helping me to get past the disappointment of being let down by a “talker”. It seems that in the world of romance, the talkers are the ones that sweep me off my feet, break down my walls, and then stomp all over the tender insides that those walls protected. The hurt doesn’t last for long because I realize later that the wounds are superficial. All the vicious stomping was in the same dream sequence that the talker’s words inhabited.
Somehow, it’s the ones that hold back, frugal in their praise, that keep me frustrated and leave a dull ache that never seems to go away.
That’s it for now. This is one for my journal, not the blog. argh!
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