The Glue

I’m a fixer. A lover. Always searching for the right fit. And I come up empty every time.

My desires are unusual.

I don’t feel whole until I’m in the middle, holding it all together.

Which makes having a romantic relationship really difficult.

Until them. Two people. An unraveling marriage. Love on the rocks. And they want me. To put them back together again.

Problem is, once they’re fixed, where does that leave me? I sure as hell hope I stick like glue.