I was feeling like an outcast the person who gave me hope still acted as if it was nothing more than a once in a lifetime fluke. When given the chance, I was looked at as the other guy. Seems homelessness and dating is more complex than you think. There was a female that lived close to where my hideout was she called me over, and still I was treated as if I was an enemy attack on a family I didn’t know. Puzzling why would you invite a person to a hostile environment. I would think if you’re going to be with a person you would have some sort of comfort for your company. Still I returned to the scene of the supposed ”cheating crime.” The woman had a kid and another guy who seems to what to raise his son. “Why was I there?” I kept asking myself. For some reason I didn’t want to leave. I felt at least I’m not by myself. Not ready to give in to reality I stayed with her long into the night it was cold and free play was absent. Strange how I didn’t mind the discomfort but why was I there? Would this even be worth my time. And what about how I really feel about another? The search for the truth was becoming endless.
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