The Most Terrible Force

With distance from the object, it only grows stronger. It can drive you to chase after the four winds in search of its reciprocation, and leave you devastated should it be betrayed.
I can't escape the doleful fact that it is presently beyond my physical reach. I am harassed by my memories of its sweet fellowship, and teased by the many displays of those around me who still enjoy its company...and I ache to regain mine.
Like a caged beast yearns to return to its native jungle and thicket, so do I burn to re-live the days of our ambrosial communion, and I ache to enter into a new stage of solidarity with her...
The most affecting force I know is love, in its emotional and deified form. The object of my love is worlds and oceans away from me, and I simply want her back...

Life in Between

It is the constant preoccupation with that which will distract sufficiently, for there is little that truly satisfies. It's a steadfast struggle to stay content. It is in spite of and against odds. Along with the finding what it is that makes you feel most complete, there comes a realization that nothing else can take it's place. So when forced to exist without it, I must distract myself from examining the hole left by it's absence. This endeavor only further enlightens me to the fact that only one form fills the empty space...

So they say....

Those who say "it gets easier"
Or
"It'll be over before you know it"
Are either lying or have never actually been through the same experience.

..but their attempts at consoling me are appreciated.

In this life...

You fight a little...
You cry a little...
You shout a little...
You break a little...
You bleed a little...
You shout a little more...
But
You should love a lot...
You should learn a lot...
You should pray a lot...
And then you should love even more.

The wounds of life heal, if you go to the Doctor
Besides
I like scars.