There is this moment in every one of my days where my mind is drawn to the people I love. The people I’d be with but for distance or circumstance. My mind turns to them and I think of each. And I feel a different pain for each. If I’m depressed or falling that way then it turns my mood bleaker.
I’ll send out texts or emails or messenger to let them know I’m thinking about them. I rarely receive anything back. And when I do maybe I get a bit excited and overplay my hand, as it were, but it all comes from a place of love. It doesn’t have to be romantic love, though, really who am I kidding, it generally is. Most of my friends start out that way. It may become agapic but rarely from my perspective.
I’m weird. I know it. I’m looking for my weirdos to be with.