Out of love

This was first published on Mar 23 2006 under my profile on Mogenic.com

I was unpacking my boxes and putting my room in order today, after having just moved. I came across the 'memorabillia' from my first and last relationship. Pictures, cards, letters, gifts, and even musical notes of a piano piece my ex write for me. Looking at those things brought back memories. Some were pleasant, others not. I took so many pictures, and each could tell so many stories. But the more I looked at those pictures, the more I realised that that's all in the past now. I've started to tear some pictures up, and have left just a few of the 'classics' for old time's sake.

I've become 'obsessed' somewhat about finding someone. Though the problem is I don't actively go out and hunt. There are many guys I see walking around, but problems are 1)not sure if they are gay 2)not sure if they'd ever be interested in me.
I'm seriously too shy and intimidated by new people to do that. So I'm stuck here, rambling and ranting on, which I'm not even sure anyone will get to read or be interested in.

I really miss company, close company. Someone to talk to, someone to share, someone to hug and cuddle up with, someone to doing things together that make the everyday mundane activities worth all the more while, someone whose face whenever I see it will brighten my days and nights, someone to comfort me when I'm down, and someone to share my joy when I'm up...someone to love, and someone who loves. It's a bit too much to ask for, perhaps. Even so, I still hang on to the hope that this someone exists.

Ironically later that night I watched Ice Age on TV...the first movie my ex and I watched together.