or make you tear up because you left the last shiny bright 'thing' you had with your ex and now have to live with the fact that every girl you meet will leave you reeling with a sense of false hope that this time the programme will be different and maybe... just maybe not all girls manipulate and mold you or twist you inside out til your unrecognisable;
or that every relationship you nurture will be tainted somehow with shadows of the past that you find hard to escape from totally;
shiny brighty 'things' that can't enjoy dinner and a conversation with you on a wednesday or friday night;
'things' are there and I love them for it...
and I love curves.