Love Hurts.....as it should, we all want to hurt....
...like a drunkard, passionate moth fluttering towards the flicker of death.......The irony of love, how it is able to intoxicate and destroy. To love is to risk being hurt...cliche` and repeated till the cats, cows and sheep come home perhaps, but like the moth, we are irresistibly drawn to the flame, nevertheless. Sometimes, not to one flame but more and that is when the complication starts. Moth gets burnt like a cinder. Irreverent chatter. Perhaps. I am tired.
Coming home to an empty nest is beginning to make its mark, especially now without mum. I miss her. I miss her home cooked meals.Wish A would stay with me under one roof, so I don't have to eat dinner on my own anymore. Loneliness is not good company and we have live apart, surely not a true test of a relationship that has lasted into its fourth year, although living together, as many couples will testify has its own problems. But I am willing to risk so I don't have to sleep alone again tonight.
Once you have tasted what it's like to share a life with someone, you'll never want to have it on your own anymore. Not me. Not anymore.
Coming home to an empty nest is beginning to make its mark, especially now without mum. I miss her. I miss her home cooked meals.Wish A would stay with me under one roof, so I don't have to eat dinner on my own anymore. Loneliness is not good company and we have live apart, surely not a true test of a relationship that has lasted into its fourth year, although living together, as many couples will testify has its own problems. But I am willing to risk so I don't have to sleep alone again tonight.
Once you have tasted what it's like to share a life with someone, you'll never want to have it on your own anymore. Not me. Not anymore.