You know it's over....

.....when you pick up the phone at 2 am and dial your lifeline to sanity...but hang up before it rings.

Intimacy

"One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else's body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn't there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient's body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend says it all comes down to one simple question: "Do you want your belly pressed against this person's belly forever --or not?"


-Extract from 'Eat,Pray,Love"

Transition

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Some stories never end. They just change their genre.

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Too much? Too bad.

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There's a thing called "too many dreams".

That's where I'm at.

That's why I don't sleep.

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Sick of love...

She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would’ve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think that’s why I’m sick of love.

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It's not cigarettes and booze, nor lung cancer or liver failure; it's worse. And there are no disclaimers or statutory warnings attached.


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She.

Yesterday, I got a call telling me that my friend had passed away. A news casually slipped into the conversation.

She made me smile from inside everytime I laid my eyes on her. Last time I met her, she jumped with joy. She was happy then, I was happy for her.

But 3 days later...I grieve her. I pray that she and the seven others get peace wherever they are....She, the one with serene eyes and childlike soul.