i spent my young adulthood looking for a wolf.
“looking” might be a passive word.
i was “desperately searching” for someone to complete me.
it was like i was lego blocks and i needed that one block to make me whole.
i would go outside and come home feeling depressed because i didn’t get any numbers.
when a wolf was even remotely attracted to me,
or so i thought,
i’d cling onto him because i thought he was my shot at feeling complete.
i might even have been a dreaded “pick-me” tbh.
i realized something that took me a while to get to.
it got documented on my IG stories…
of all these billions of folks in this big ass forest,
you had to be attracted to the one person that might not be good for you.
it’s like no one else even matters but them.
i don’t know if it’s the conquest or the loneliness,
but this one person just shines in your eyes.
my home vixen is having that issue at this moment.
she met this dude and everything was all good in the beginning.
he would text her daily and gave the impression he was interested.
he texted her cousin,
who they met though,
“I think I’m in love with her”
of course they fucked and it was aaaaaaaaaah-mazing.
well he ghosted her shortly after.
he had some shit going on in his personal life.
it’s been a whole year,
but she is still missing and yearning for him.
he still creeps on her socials,
but he isn’t doing anything to get back with her.
i get it tho.
the way he was moving,
it looked like he was really digging her.
on the phone last night,
i had to ask her…