Just Like A Shoe

Yesterday afternoon, as I sat outside the place I exercise, and my crush ran by -

well, I felt slightly, odd.  

Out of place.

He has a girlfriend.

I have other interests.

And other interests that aren't having to be forced.

Later,

in my kitchen,

I thought of sitting in my car.

Watching my crush.

And I thought,

definitely

time

to

move on.

Takes me back to college days,

a fella asked me to dance.

My crush on him 

ignited.

I cruised,

hoping to run into him.

A glance,

a glimpse,

for a semester.

Only to find,

he was devoted to another.

If there isn't anything that I can,

blame,

find negative

about my crush

to get over him...

to move on...

I can

at least

remember

that feeling

of disgust.

At myself.

For not thinking that I have

more to do,

more to offer,

at least to myself,

than...

following.

Dare I say, stalking?

Hell!

How boring is that?

for me to sit, in a HOT car,

with a HOT dog.

Blah.

That should shake me loose.

And stop forcing something,

that hurts.

It's time to move on.

To walk away.

To put on the shoes that do fit,

if it's only my running shoes,

and escape.

Find myself.

My Interests.

And be fun.

And ALIVE.

And,

simply,

just,

be.