My cone would shrivel and I would die...
I'm not big on talking about personal stuff around here so this might be your one shot. :) I've been in this sort of mourning for the last year since the loss of someone I loved and cared for very much. She is a wonderful human being, taught me a lot, and I felt that she deserved at least one more year of me being "faithful" to her (even if she didn't feel the same for me). Now the year is coming to a close. I've put on a couple belt sizes during this period (which means I probably will still be single for a while). Been living pretty slovingly. But, on the plus side I've been able to get a lot of work and reading done without the distraction.
I'll leave you with some quotes which I think sum it up pretty well:
Giving water to the dead/ drink what I used to be/ now the cup's gone sour since you tasted me
-Ego Likeness
For the greatest tragedy of all is love lost/ But the greatest virtue belongs to those/ who will give everything/ to love again.../ It is a test
-Cruxshadows
Forgive the private with the missing heart/ for the things he put her through/ for the wasted words and the broken dreams/ few others could survive
-Billy Jeffords
Don't waste your touch/ you won't feel anything/ or were you sent to save me?/ I've thought too much/ you won't find anything/ worth redeeming
-AFI
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak/ I'd share with you could I only speak/ how much this hurts me
-AFI
All I know is that it's midnight and you haven't called
-Voltaire
"At the time when it happens," she had said, "you do mean it."
-Orwell (1984)
Alone among the animals he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at.
-Orwell (Animal Farm)
For there is no denying that the plague had gradually killed off in all of us the faculty not of love only, but even of friendship
-Camus (The Plague)
I love thee because thou art beautiful; and thou must favour my passion, although I am deformed
-Cervantes (Don Quixote)
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of one's birth
-Ecclesiastes (7:1)
And two more:
If you add to this an impeccable vision of truth, an actual handicap under certain circumstances, an exquisite delicacy of taste revolted by all except exact proportions, an isatiable love of the beautiful, which has assumed the force of a morbid passion, you will not be astonished that for such a man as this life became a hell, and a dead end; no, you will be amazed that he endured for such a long time
-Baudelaire
I had indeed, nearly abandoned all hope of a permanent cure when I found one in the death of my wife.
-E. A. Poe
I think that about covers it. So, without further ado it's time for me to reenter the world.
OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT HUGE BALL OF FIRE!