Every time I finish Frasier I get this strange sense of yearning.
Like I'm behind in a chapter of my life
I suppose that's a fair thing to feel. A year ago, around this time, I was set to be wed, and I was planning the names of my children.
What foolish blinders love can place on us. Now I don't necessarilly feel like I'm running in place, but I'm still reeling from the set back. Certainly, I've made some wonderful connections in this tragedy, carried myself through some of my darkest hours, welcomed a lovely stranger into my life named Clover who sucks money out of my coffers faster than the vaccuum of space... but I can't help but pine for the ideas that I lost, even if I don't mourne the person I lost in my life.
I don't miss my ex, I miss the sex, the love, and the intimacy, the joyful chaos of having a partner... but now I'm on a different card.
I started with the lovers in reverse, stayed at death and hermit for some time... now, I think I'm afraid to turn over the next.
Are we back to square one?
