one day, three autumns.
“One day, three autumns” means when you miss somebody, one day can feel like one thousand and ninety-five days. That’s how I feel at this moment. Day #71.
And suddenly, I’m part of your past, I’m becoming the part that don’t last. I’m loosing you and it’s effortless. Now our lives are changing fast.
I miss your laugh. I miss your arms, your bushy hair, your shoulders. You.
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I feel sick tonight.
I’m drowning out voices and welcoming the sounds of Dan La Sac vs. Scroobius Pip. As I press the repeat button, I can feel the sounds slowly fill my ear and caress my brain with the soft, sweet hands of Doctor P. The beats overtake the rhythm of my heart and immobolize every muscle strand in my body. Oh, how good this feels. I’m slowly… loosing… consciousness.
I can’t stand it when grown-ass people use the word “true” as an adjective for something so important as love. There is no such thing as true love. Only love. Going through life with the expectation of some fantastical form of uber-love is childish wish-thinking that would be silly if it weren’t so damaging to adult relationships. Sure, I like “The Princess Bride” as much as the next gal,...