Here I am, tired, been up for a while, too long, really. I should go to bed.
The yearning I feel for the love that I don’t get sears my heart. It is like getting socks for Christmas. Just socks. Ugly White Tube Socks. Again and again. Year after year. Nice gift only if that is what I need. And I often need them, I should be grateful and yet…. the prospect of socks again is frustrating and maddening.
So I am waiting for Romance and Passion to hit me like a ton of bricks.