It seems like I have dedicated myself to an entire blog about my own feelings and who knows how long I'll be writing these sob stories...to air. As if I have no life. Maybe I don't. Does it get any better? Will I wake up one day to a disappearing acts kind of love that left me sometime during the night? Will I write forever about someone and in return closing my heart to someone better? I have no way of knowing this, but for now, I will continue to sit here with a small slither of hope that love will find away.
Last night, I laid next to someone and felt nothing. The space we shared was void of any emotion or chemistry. However, it was an honest attempt to feel something with someone who has been here all along. I wanted to be next to the love of my life. I just wanted to be his one and only again, happily spending hours in paradise where the only souls that mattered were ours. I was willing to drive the hundreds of miles to be close to him, but on my way, I realized I didn't have enough gas and opted to go cry my eyes out in my own bed, lol. This is a true story.
It is amazing, daunting even, that love is so simple, yet powerful enough to influence some of the craziest things.
♥ Love,
Sophia Peony
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