By SheelaR
I have another confession. I dated someone famous. He’s not rich, he’s not in the entertainment business, nor is he a sports figure. He’s doing extraordinary things with his platform. I completely respect him for that.
Why am I thinking about him, you ask?
He’s always encouraged my dreams and has tried to maintain some level of civility with me, despite our past issues. Also, we’ve talked a lot lately and he thanked me for doing the same.
It was a very adult breakup and subsequent friendship. I must admit, I love him much more from afar as a friend than a lover. He’s my muse, but he could have never fulfilled me as a woman.
Yet still, I value what he is to me now and not what I had hoped he would have been.
Thoughts of a Wordinary Girl 