The Danger

It's been an interesting few days. 
My toy still hasn't responded. Guess I'm going to delete him. Stinks, but it is what is. Found a new one. He was married. Gone. Found another. Oh my. This might be fun. We'll see.
Dumped, can I say I dumped if we weren't together?, stubborn soldier man. He decided once again to declare his undying love for me, and for some reason didn't understand why I didn't declare mine right back. We haven't talked for a few days so that's done. I was surprised that I missed him. I mean I was 75% sure he was a fake. There were three profiles that used the same picture. How dumb can I be? I realized I didn't miss him, but I missed the conservation. Having someone to check in with, and to check in on me. 
No biggie. He's replaced. I think this guy may be real. That scares the crap out of me. He asks a million questions, but he answers them about himself. We talk about normal stuff, and when he's at work we don't chat. He's being patient. Understands I'm just looking for friendship, I think. I'm terrified he's real, and that he's not. Updates later. It's only two days in.
The other morning this hit me between the eyes:

To be bold, to be brave;It is the thinking that the heart can still be saved And the darkness can come quick;The Danger's in the Anger and the hanging on to it. 

Nothing More The Alternate Routes

I thought I'd let go of the anger. I obviously Have not. Twenty questions said to me after I explained about my how I was treated in the past, Sorry about that okay, but life goes on still.
Oh. That pissed me off. But then it sunk in. Then this song played. I'm hanging on to the anger. It is dangerous. It colors everything I looked at. I let two bad apples make the entire batch bad, but I KNOW that's not true. Then I think no the two bad apples warped me. That's not good or right. It's time to quit hanging on to it. I'm a few steps closer. I had some good days. Twenty questions helps. Some other friends on my chatting app help. Today was a bad day. It is not so bad as it could've been though. I'll keep taking steps. Keep seeing progress. It may be slow, but at least it is progress.