No commitment

       The breeze was light, the scent of the ocean floating on it.  I sat down on a bench and watched a fisherman
down in the rocks as boats sailed or
motored out of the harbor.  I wanted to
be in Luke’s sail naked and free, mindless. 
I thought Ryan loved me but his response this morning shook me, “I like
it the way it is”.  I knew what that
meant, he liked no commitment.  I read
somewhere once that if a man didn’t want to get married it meant he didn’t want
to marry you.




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