When we don’t talk for a while I assume our most recent conversation was our very last. Obsessively, I re-read the last few messages. Trying to determine where you lost interest. Have I shared too much of myself or not nearly enough? Attempting to convince myself, that he's just some guy.
But could just some guy bring tears to my eyes from the beauty of a song he played on his banjo? Could just some guy feed me homemade chili from his mom’s secret recipe?
Now that I think about it, I guess any guy could.
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Janine Walker
I'm Janine, a 27 y/o a free spirited and opinionated, extrovert that loves travelling, changing my hairstyles, storytelling and musical theater. Currently traveling the world as a digital nomad, and trying to navigate life.
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