Just like a drug. I know it's temporary relief, my head tells me it's "bad", I know there will be withdrawals... but I can't resist dipping into memories, and not just remembering but actually focusing on how things smelled, felt, sounded, and playing the scenes out in detail. It's masochistic. What else is one to do with the good times, though?
All too often, words cannot express our feelings adequately. But we must nonethelesss try, lest the one we love be left anxiously awaiting our love.
ReplyDeleteThat's true. I often mistakenly believe that what I'm feeling must be so obvious to other people. I wear my emotions on my face and do a shitty job of hiding them.
DeleteI'm also scared. I'm scared that someone will think my emotions are wrong, stupid, or simply that someone won't feel the same way about me as I do about them... so I hide. I'm sure I'm not the only person who does this for fear of rejection.