Most of the time I don’t think of you. I wonder if you will ever find that one person that you will give your all to, unconditionally and with all that you are, every fear, every secret, every wish, every vision and every hope.
Pillow talk is barely ever about Ice Hockey and favorite bars downtown, but much rather about the connection were trying to find while we don’t even know the other persons last name. We don’t need dates anymore once you have been in a relationship.
We learn that the expectations we have for others depend on the picture we have of ourselves and the level of beauty, wisdom, even the sense of humor or moral standard we think we have.
And now I sit in what feels like an empty space, trying to think, trying to feel, trying to live.