Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Another trip comes and goes.
Months and weeks pass agonizingly slow while waiting. Then finally, it's time. And it feels like "normal," just like that. It feels right. How normal should be (but isn't). Always. How I want it to be, wish it could be, always like that. Good.
But I know better. I know that my true "normal" is so much worse. It's lonely, empty, depressing. Pathetic. I know that it's nothing like the "wonderful" it feels to be with you.
Your presence alone is all I need. Time, touch, attention, laughter...all a bonus. It changes everything.
And when it's gone, when you're gone, I might as well be gone too.
I wish I were.
Months and weeks pass agonizingly slow while waiting. Then finally, it's time. And it feels like "normal," just like that. It feels right. How normal should be (but isn't). Always. How I want it to be, wish it could be, always like that. Good.
But I know better. I know that my true "normal" is so much worse. It's lonely, empty, depressing. Pathetic. I know that it's nothing like the "wonderful" it feels to be with you.
Your presence alone is all I need. Time, touch, attention, laughter...all a bonus. It changes everything.
And when it's gone, when you're gone, I might as well be gone too.
I wish I were.
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