When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky

this happens to be what randomly went into a description for a poem posted on dev. art LATE last night, and it really ought to have gone in here...


How do you describe that feeling of missing someone so hard it hurts?

When You just saw them naught but two hours prior?

On the drive home, I felt myself breaking in the seat next to him, knowing I wouldn't be seeing him tomorrow morning, like I'd gotten used to over the past year. And it'd be like that next year.

Sometimes you feel so.... helpless? Hopeless? I had to start singing along to the cd to keep from slowly crying.

Sometimes one has to wonder why the big guy upstairs gave us hearts and minds to feel with. Because sometimes, it hurts....