I Keep Telling Myself

Relax and breath, I keep telling myself that. This has disaster written all over it, but don’t worry Anne, it won't hurt if you don't get attached. It's just for fun, not for keeps Anne. I keep telling myself that.

I try to think about all of the things I've written about in the past. I think about how I'm an unattainable spinster, about how I look at life like a man, about how I'm a speed dater. I try to think of these things, and not think about him. But I just don't think it's working, I didn't get what I wanted, or at least I haven't gotten it yet.

I can't help but like him, he's so sweet. He says the right things, he's fun, he's different. He's also unattainable, I keep telling myself that.