Sneezing of the heart
Sneezing. It’s an involuntary action, you just do it, a reaction, really, and sometimes you do it in response to the wrong thing, too you know, and you can fight it but then you just force it back inside you and the experience is sometimes more violent than if you had jsut sneezed in the first place and gotten it over with.
Love is a lot like sneezing. I’m always falling for impossible people. People so far out of reach that I shouldn’t even let myself think about it. And I hold it in, because that’s all I can do really, and it just gets worse. But hey, at least I’m not spraying it all over people, right?
And maybe it is not the person I’m attracted to that I really want anyways, so much as the idea of the thing…because I’m lonely, like most other rational beings, and when you cut through all the crap and the empty words and the well-rehearsed lines and the selfishness and the quarrels and the games people play, we’re all just looking for the same thing, aren’t we? We’re all just out there looking for someone to come home to.
January 25th, 2005 at 11:46 am
Nobody is out of your reach. You are a beautiful, intellegent woman who is a lot of fun to be with.–>