Missing

I haven’t written a personal post in many eons.  Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.    I’m still here,  just busy with painting and other stuff.

Here’s my conundrum, internet:

I miss someone.  Someone who is utterly wrong for me and who wastes not a moment thinking of me or worrying about my feelings.

You don’t have to tell me that this person doesn’t appreciate me and isn’t worth my time.  I know that.  But we can’t control our feelings.  We can control our behavior but not how we feel.  In my case the feeling persists.   Maybe because I’m human, and my feelings aren’t something I can just switch off.

I try to keep myself working or distracted, but it lingers in the room around me;  it rushes into the spaces between thoughts when my mind is quiet.

Amy Winehouse sang it better than I can explain it, so here:

 

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