Making sense of it all.

How have I managed to always be
the girl who is fun to be around
the girl who is easy to talk to
the girl who is always just the friend.


I am finding myself being second choice to those who I thought would be my first.


They call (I answer),
they flirt (I blush),
they smile (I laugh),
and they touch (and I fall).

I ran 4 miles last night (speed: 7 mph, incline: 10% out of 12%, pieces of chocolate cake consumer after: 2, problems resolved: 0) hoping that I could begin making sense of it all.

But I found myself only left with a heart beating too fast, a mind clouded with doubt, and a pair of legs and a head that are sore from running in circles.