In a worst case scenario, he leaves me. Not just because he’s simply done, but because I wasn’t enough and he found someone else who meets the needs I can’t cover. The distance between us is just too great a gap to span.
In a worst case scenario, he isn’t able to overcome my eccentricities and personal faults. I’m not able to rise above my own dark thoughts, and, letting them consume me, he leaves me to them.
In a worst case scenario, my sexual appetite is either too little or perhaps too much for him. He gets tired of playing rough or maybe I’m not willing to go that far. In either case, I’m not meeting his desires and his eyes and mind look elsewhere for satisfaction.
In a worst case scenario, he realizes I’m not as special as he once thought. I’m no different than the next chick out there, and perhaps she’s even better. My thoughts aren’t that deep or my heart isn’t as soft as he once believed.
In a worst case scenario, I’m alone. No one sees me for me. They look right through me as though I were invisible. I go to my grave utterly forgotten, and in fact my passing goes completely unnoticed.
tara caribou | ©2017