Everything has its time. A moment. A season. Everything has it’s due time. That’s what I tell myself when I feel that eurning for romantic companionship. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. I miss having someone to share intimate things with. To hold hands with and be close to. I miss the companionship that comes with being with the person you love and who you know loves you back; hopefully the way you love them.
The high’s are great but the lows really suck. Everything has a time. A time to cry, a time to mourn, a time to get up and a time to pick yourself up and keep walking.