Do You Believe?

Would you rather have a few moments of something special, or a lifetime of nothing special? Would you rather have one true deep love, or a life with several passionate flings? Would you rather "steel" your heart against love, knowing you'll never be hurt again, or leave yourself open, believing true love conquers all? Do you believe we're destined to be with one certain person? Do we choose this person, or do they choose us? Do you believe we follow our dreams, or that our dreams follow us? Do you believe in fate, or is it just a man-made myth?

Those are some of the questions running through my head as I sat on my balcony this afternoon. I looked down into the busy streets of New York, wondering what the people were thinking as they passed by. When you watch people, you see everything. The streets of New York: The Theater of the Living... As I lit another cigarette, my mind wondered back to Bobby. I remembered his laughter and his smile. He made me feel so at ease. I felt a connection with him- a strong connection. I know he felt it too, I could tell when I looked into his eyes. Maybe he hadn't known before, but he knew Wednesday night there was something there. I could tell by the way he mouthed "I'm Sorry", he truly was. He didn't want to leave me that night. We "clicked". There's something holding him back. He has my phone number, and I know he knows where I live. He's one complex man, that's for sure, but then again, I'm a complex woman. He's got a past, one that haunts him- I could tell by the darkness in his eyes. I have a past too, but one I've overcome. Dammit Bobby... Where do you go when you're gone?