Temporary Satisfaction

At the end of the day it doesn’t matter how badly you want that physical connection. How desperate you are to feel someone exploring every inch of you…taking note of every birthmark, wrinkle, and curve. It all falls flat once you get a taste of something more substantial.

At times I feel like I’m so determined to be satisfied by this situation, that I forget this is all a set up. It’s a whatever-happens-happens type of situation. It’s not until I see all the possibilities we both have that I settle down a bit and try to put things in perspective.

I’m not sure why all of a sudden I find it acceptable to settle…maybe because I’ve been doing it all semester. Or possibly because it wasn’t settling it was a stress reliever…atleast until I overanalyzed the situation and made it into settling. In any case I’m considering my options. I have some pretty interesting ones.

I’ll be fine.