Maturation...

For the first couple of months all we fought about was music. Why could he not make time for me…he could make time for everybody else. I would hate when his phone would ring sometimes…I could tell by the tone that was someone wanting to do some studio time. It didn’t matter about us…his concern and his priority was his music. Besides women come a dime a dozen, right? What was really so special about me? I felt for a while that was his demeanor. I sought out attention elsewhere. It wasn’t the same. The company wasn’t as pleasant as his. I enjoyed him…and more so how he made me feel when I was around him. But as the saying goes… “Don’t go putting all your eggs into one basket.” But I’m not anything if not hard-headed. I was just hoping my basket would not tip over…instead it was smashed.

(to be continued)