Not A Love Song
So lots of people I know (either intimately in my past or casually through friends or co-workers) are getting married. It’s causing a lot of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I believe in love so much that I am thrilled these varied people feel they’ve met the other half of their soul…but on the other hand it just highlights how alone I really feel sometimes.
I know I need to focus on the good, positive feelings and quash the unease and loneliness, but it gets hard. It’s hard to explain my thoughts and feelings about love and romance and relationships without causing people to believe me a childish fool.
I guess I have some strange ideals when it comes to love. I believe in the little things. That a simple hand-written note or single flower can bring immense joy to someone else’s day. That a look or touch can send shivers down your spine and spread warmth in your heart.
Sometimes I feel like I should write romance novels or direct romantic comedies. Ever since I was a child I’ve been drawn to the power of love…so clearly I’m happy for people who’ve found it.
Just wish it didn’t bring forth feelings of sadness…
Naked 