August 25, 2012

Much ado about absolutely anything...

My Darling SMIF:

I decided today, after listening to the band Lifehouse for hours, that I want very much to fall desperately in love. My mind insists I stay single to concentrate on my children (stick with the plan, lady!) and my soul belongs with you (home is where your soul sleeps and mine is in your arms) but my heart claims that there's too much love for just only my children so I need another outlet (if your SMIF won't have me, *somebody* must).

Life is hard without you listening to my problems and telling me what to do. I miss you. Now when I talk to myself, I just feel like a crazy person. Having discussions with myself leads me nowhere.

Tell me what to do, to lead me back to you.

Truly, Madly, Deeply Yours-

K

PS: I feel so incomplete. Incompetent. I don't know who I am without you.

PPS: There is this exquisitely sweet boy, who is an incredibly naturally talented artist, whose artwork makes me feel that inexplicable feeling in my being that I feel when I talk with you. That feeling of perfection, which never ceases to completely floor me no matter how many times I feel it, utterly terrifies me when caused by someone who actually exists. Fortune would have it, that the guy lives clear across the country, on the coast opposite me, so I do not have to worry about falling for someone who is not in any position to catch me.