Some say I’m shy or even a bit arrogant but it’s only because I don’t want to stop another beating heart. For, as I get closer to individuals they appear to get closer to being 6 feet under. It only recently has occurred as I’ve gone to more funerals than any birthing announcements. I don’t know if someone passed an evil eye to me but it sure feels as my look and lips slam the door to those I’m closest to. So I’ve become a hermit and at least now I don’t have to worry about any gravesite visits. Come to think of it now that I’m truly alone I may not know whether the curse has passed or whether it still remains but at least I can think the next gravesite will only have my name written on it.