Sunday, December 25, 2011 1 comment(s)

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I can't seem to remember how it felt. But my heart certainly beats faster still, each time I see orange. It seemed capable of recalling the magical feeling it once had with orange. Strange, isn't it? Gotta get my head back in the game.

A game of pool, a shared moment of laughter, and a brief hug goodbye followed by a mere concern for my safety over the few days was enough to throw me off tracks again.

That night, I collapsed to the ground, and wept, hard. The tears that were held up for a few months. I wasn't aware of how much hurt I had still in my tiny, fragile heart.

That night, I had never felt so lonely in a long, long time.

I need my antidote.

Fast.

But even so, my own antidote to such pain is failing. Worse, forbidden. What will I do? .

over and out.