For Some Reason, Time Doesn't Make Things Any Easier..

Perhaps, the best of the best feel the loss of another. That simple feeling that promotes an incapability of survival. When the one you have fallen for isn't within reach. As in, across the country.

I never knew what it was like to be so ridiculously attached to someone until this summer. Call me a lost romantic, but in every sense of it, that is what I am right now. I am lost without my love. I feel like a peice of me just isn't here. It's an odd feeling. Especially for someone, such as myself, who has grown up with much of a bleak outlook on 'love'. I never understood how someone could give themselves whole heartedly to another. Not until now. Time doesn't make life apart from him any easier. It makes the whole thing more depressing. The days I count that I'm not by his side, are days I feel are worthless. How I miss his smile, and his eyes, and his hand holding mine. Craziness ensues perhaps. Perhaps not. Maybe this is what blogs are for.

-bk