justanotherjames

You can only push me away so many times before I stop coming back. It seems my entire romantic life is a series of miscues, misinterpretations and ill founded chivalry. This is who I am however, maybe someday I'll find someone who appreciates it. As such my late twenties are much like my early twenties. I stand with titanium in my skull that shouldn't be there and a number of heartaches that really weren't worth the trouble. Maybe someday I'll learn a lesson, but probably not. I got Don Quixote tattooed on my arm for a reason, I am destined to spend my life fighting windmills...so it goes...so it goes.