I have ripped the rug out from under my own feet. I'm just now realizing that gravity has its effects and you cannot ignore it for long, try as you might. Usually, you get that twisting, sickening feeling in your tummy when you fall. Why, then, is the feeling in my chest? Maybe it's been there all along. Maybe it's been there for the past two months and I'm just now feeling it.

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Anonymous said…
Lil Merrykins, you need to get more comfortable in your own skin. Being alone is good sometimes, it gives you time for personal introspection and self growth. It's an opportunity to ground yourself; to be a better person. It will help you attach your heart to the right people and for the right reasons.
-d
4/02/2007 5:23 AM
Pixel said…
*sigh* these things I know, or at least have heard. It doesn't make it easier. Warms neither the heart nor the bed.
4/02/2007 5:33 AM
Anonymous said…
Hahaha, looking for a warm bed has gotten more than a few people in trouble over the ages!
-d

Also, is't everything already warm enough down south?
4/02/2007 5:39 AM
Pixel said…
Well, I'm not looking for a warm bed, just missing the one I had for the past almost three years. Even in the summer heat, slipping into a bed pre-warmed by his body was ever a delight.
4/02/2007 6:23 AM
Anonymous said…
That's a marrage based delight young lady! Until then, try using a pet dog to keep the bed warm. Or, perhaps, an electric blanket.
-d
4/02/2007 6:29 AM
Pixel said…
A dog would be nice, if I didn't live in a dorm. An electric blanket is no double for body heat
4/02/2007 7:09 AM
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