If Curiosity Killed a Simple Cat

Then I wonder what it's gonna do to this girl.
I get far too curious about you for my own good.
About multiple you's actually.
There's the one from the past that I sometimes wish I could still see what happens.
There's the one from the recent past that I wish I could 100% drop but can't.
There's the one who is currently on my radar but I'm not sure how to read him.
He's simply a nice guy, I keep telling myself.
He never means anything more than at face value. Despite what others say.
Although, I'm at the point in my life where I know what I want out of a man and out of the next handful of years of my life and I am at a point where I am more than willing to start to settle down.
That's where you come in.
Maybe.
On second though, your thought, I don't think we're on the same page.
I'll just look pretty in my blue dress and while everybody else compliments how beautiful I am, you'll be thinking about the curly-haired girl I can never be.
Maybe it will all come to me eventually.
Maybe I'll be good enough for you one day.
And maybe I'll find somebody better than you. If it's possible.
Time will tell.

Nights Like These

Have a tendency to make me wonder if I'll ever regain the beauty and honesty my writing once held.
At one point in my life, my writing dripped with beauty and truth and never failed to either bring a smile to my face or a tear to my eye.
Now, I don't even have writing to look upon.
Let alone cry, ponder and remember fond memories over.
As I listen to Adele sing what seems to be coming from my heart so effortlessly, I wonder if I will ever regain that passion and power in my writing and if so, when will I be as good as I once was?
Isn't that something past middle-agers normally say? As good as I once was...
This girl is cracking into the what could be again's a little early in her life.
But it's necessary.

And so,

It begins.