Longing: it is never any fun. Reason? Logic? Just words we use to convince ourselves that there could be meaning to the emptyness we all feel at one time or another. I rarely use words like “fairness,” because there is none. The universe is as the universe does. That doesn’t help me feel like less of a hypocrite though.
I thought I could stop it from bothering me but I can’t. I guess my heart is truly beating again after all. I didn’t lose her. I couldn’t. I never actually had her. But the seeds were planted and the garden looked set to grow wonderfully. Now I wait. Now I wait and hope the weeds don’t destroy any chances of love blooming again.
Barf… I wonder if I can find a picture of a Kodiak wearing a “My Chemical Romance” shirt? Morrissey maybe… heh.