I Feel The Waves Crashing At My Feet...

Everyone looks for it. Supposably everyone finds it, too. It starts with that little tug, the "what do I do" kind. Then the little smile that you smother every time you hear their name. Every movie, play, song, poem, verse refers to it in some way or another. It's a mix of emotions like no other; sometimes you're as high as a kite, sometimes you're really not. Sometimes you wish you were incapable of feeling. Of hurting. Of missing. Incapable of staying up late, sitting alone in the dark. Crying. Crying because you know you've lost something, however good, bad, tragic, it may be. Because you don't know what to say. You lose sight of why you're crying, but you continue because you can't bear stopping. Things feel complicated, however simple they really are. Emotions twist. Twist even the smallest problem in a knot, so you have to work through it before you even reach the original. The original problem. The problem is that no one says how they feel. No one cares for you unless you care for them. It's a world of "me first" 's. A world of loneliness, a world of deception. All brought about by this one problem. No one seems to know how to say LOVE.

I love you, so do me a favor, stop avoiding me and my questions, tell me what you really feel?

- xx, you know who I am.