Time has seemed to exaggerate my feelings, or rather, exasperated them.
It's true, distance makes the heart grow fonder, but somehow I doubt that applies to this situation.
I suppose more than anything, it's rerouting my routine, my life. When you're so accustomed to arguments simply because you looked forward to the making up...but what way is that to live? Trust plays the biggest factor, and if you are void of it, then I suppose you never had anything to begin with, at least nothing substantial.
Where is my issue? I feel it, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Immature jealousy, perchance? I put so much work into shaping our mold, but I did not wait for it to dry, and whomever may walk by, will enjoy the finished product that I put so much of myself into.
Howbeit, this is how it works, this is how love and life work.
It's true, distance makes the heart grow fonder, but somehow I doubt that applies to this situation.
I suppose more than anything, it's rerouting my routine, my life. When you're so accustomed to arguments simply because you looked forward to the making up...but what way is that to live? Trust plays the biggest factor, and if you are void of it, then I suppose you never had anything to begin with, at least nothing substantial.
Where is my issue? I feel it, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Immature jealousy, perchance? I put so much work into shaping our mold, but I did not wait for it to dry, and whomever may walk by, will enjoy the finished product that I put so much of myself into.
Howbeit, this is how it works, this is how love and life work.
1 comments:
Dear Thurayya,
I miss you, so much time has passed and I would love to chat with you again.
Call me?
Sincerely,
Katrina Catalano
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