I fell asleep watching a program about the French Revolution and how Marie Antoinette was the victim of lies, really ugly ones. Even the reason for the revolution was not as it seemed. People who have enough backing can make whatever they want to happen. It is like this situation. I resent it. I don't like the awful way it feels. I was savoring knowing you and then....gone. Hit and run. I can't get you out of my head, because I don't want to and it feels so good having you there. You are like having the snuggliest, soft blanket that soothes and never lets you feel bad, there in your head. It makes everything nice, but not enough to always be a substitute for the real thing.
I love the real "thing". I love you.