(no subject)
I've gained a number of tremendous things this year. I've lost far more, but most of them were little.
It bothers me that right now, in spite of all the wonderful things I have received, I feel miserable to think of the littlest things I have lost. They are so trivial, and yet so... important to me. They leave holes that nothing else in this world can fill. Swift looks and quick smiles and seconds of laughter that nobody else but me can hear, bright in someone else's eyes... those things are gone. It makes my heart ache to think of them.
I want them back, but I am frustrated over and over to be denied them.
It bothers me that right now, in spite of all the wonderful things I have received, I feel miserable to think of the littlest things I have lost. They are so trivial, and yet so... important to me. They leave holes that nothing else in this world can fill. Swift looks and quick smiles and seconds of laughter that nobody else but me can hear, bright in someone else's eyes... those things are gone. It makes my heart ache to think of them.
I want them back, but I am frustrated over and over to be denied them.