Love is a many-splendored thing to be sure. But have you ever been exhausted by it?
I still miss him, after all this time.
It won't go away. It hasn't dampened. The right memory still pushes through me like a cannonball to the chest; each time I think "No, not again!" But yes, again.
It's exhausting. I'm exhausted.
But hey, at least I had something worth missing, right?
