Where Is the Love?
Nov. 28th, 2006 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaEveryone wants love. They crave it. But where does it come from? Where does it go when it's gone?
What makes each one of us worthy of enjoying its brief glimmer, the sparkle that's a picnic in the park or a lap around the ice skating rink, hand-in-hand? Who decides when we're graced with the spark that lights us up in the dark, lifesaver-style?
Does love die over the course of years? Or does it die overnight? When will someone look at me like that again?
Why does it matter so much? I remember when he and I were younger, and nothing else mattered. When did I/we get so old?
How does one put the pieces back together? Or start again? Do you look for the same spark again, or a new spark? How important is laughter?
I can't help but feel sort of broken, and damaged, and inadequate. And sadly, I know that whatever words of solace I get won't be from the people from whom I most need them...
I guess I'll just disable comments... it'll be a mystery.
What makes each one of us worthy of enjoying its brief glimmer, the sparkle that's a picnic in the park or a lap around the ice skating rink, hand-in-hand? Who decides when we're graced with the spark that lights us up in the dark, lifesaver-style?
Does love die over the course of years? Or does it die overnight? When will someone look at me like that again?
Why does it matter so much? I remember when he and I were younger, and nothing else mattered. When did I/we get so old?
How does one put the pieces back together? Or start again? Do you look for the same spark again, or a new spark? How important is laughter?
I can't help but feel sort of broken, and damaged, and inadequate. And sadly, I know that whatever words of solace I get won't be from the people from whom I most need them...
I guess I'll just disable comments... it'll be a mystery.
