choices.
we all have choices in life.
in the concrete forest,
you get the luxury of variety.
you can choose between what you want for breakfast,
what type of transportation to get where you are going,
or what things you choose to associate yourself with.
that’s the beauty of life in general.
when it comes to wolves,
i find that some of us don’t apply that rule.
we meet one wolf,
in one great situation,
and hold onto that hope he will be the one.
what we don’t realize is he met you,
in one great situation,
and he has twenty others in rotation for “the one”.
don’t think for a second when he isn’t talking to you that he is alone.
so when it comes to dating…

The more more choices; the better?

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