Brunch is my favorite meal.
I’m obsessed with options, never content to have just one thing at one time.
Eclectic to the core.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
It has gotten me into trouble.
I may have a wandering eye.
Always secretly concerned with the grass on the other side.
A wild one of sorts.
No one has ever been able to quench my thirst completely.
Always looking for more.
A better match.
A different soul.
The man who isn’t around but still has me wanting him.
The one who I don’t owe anything to but want to give everything I have.
The man who set me free when all I wanted was to be with him.
This man has my heart and utter devotion.
I don’t care about the grass or more or better.
I just want him.
I would give up brunch.