Married to my Work

I work a lot. I love my work. Which is good because I know many people who hate their jobs, and I work with a lot of them, but I love my work. Though probably a bit too much. I met this really great guy once and we really hit it off. I thought he could be the one, I really did, but, in the end, work kept on getting in the way. I would have to cancel dates, or be late for some reason or another, and after a while, he just ended the relationship. Not wanting to be second. I don't blame him, not at all. I probably would have done the same.