"What are you looking for?" He asked insistent, not really expecting an answer.
"I'm looking. . . for home. I'm looking for he that when we're together. . . it's like home. Home. Like the place you go to when the world kicks you in the gut relentlessly. That soft place to land. I don't know how else to explain it. Home, you know what I mean?" She said urgent for him to understand, yet certain he wouldn't.
"Yeah. I. Do."
They both looked away knowing it was over.
©L'uragana
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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I found this entry to be incredibly sad.
It is sad. When someone doesn't get what you need - it is as if you turn gray inside.
Are you OK, hon?
Jonas, it is sad, supposed to be sad. It is .... "good" it moved you.
Sel,I'm fine. Not me. Shortest of sort fiction.
Here's the thing, though. You know what "home" is. A great many people on this curious rock don't know, and may never know.
It's a bitch, sometimes. I'll grant you that. Still. It's better to know what one wants and needs above all else. It kinda helps in sorting the wheat from the chaff.
i have spent enough time looking for home to know that it cannot be found inside another person....
Ah, the emotionally unavailable. I was like a beacon in a storm for guys like that for a period of my life. This was really insightful in that when neither of you have the energy to deny the obvious anymore...you're just done.
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