AtomicBono
ONE love, blood, life
Lancemc, I feel ya on the WITS thing. The ending is what really hit home for me - "To every broken heart, to every heart that cries, love left a window in the skies..." I'm just hoping I can find that window that leads to something better, because there are days where I really feel like I just can't even take it. Oh can't you see what love has done, what it's doing to me... the song is perfect because it is bittersweet. There is both joy and sorrow in that line alone.
Anyway, personally I see nothing wrong with fantasizing, though sometimes it can make things worse. It's like your mind taunting you. but you shouldnt embarassed about it or anything because it's perfectly natural. It just sucks when you really, really, really want the person, and in more ways than one. Fantasizing kills me, and not in the ways you'd necessarily think. Just fantasizing about something sweet like being a couple and cuddling while watching a football game or something retarded like that will drive me absolutely mad. that stuff gets to me more than the sexual stuff does.
I know about that feeling too, the feeling that creeps up and tells you that it's never gonna happen. But there's always hope. Maybe it's false hope. Dispair in denial. But what would love be without wishful thinking?
Anyway, personally I see nothing wrong with fantasizing, though sometimes it can make things worse. It's like your mind taunting you. but you shouldnt embarassed about it or anything because it's perfectly natural. It just sucks when you really, really, really want the person, and in more ways than one. Fantasizing kills me, and not in the ways you'd necessarily think. Just fantasizing about something sweet like being a couple and cuddling while watching a football game or something retarded like that will drive me absolutely mad. that stuff gets to me more than the sexual stuff does.
I know about that feeling too, the feeling that creeps up and tells you that it's never gonna happen. But there's always hope. Maybe it's false hope. Dispair in denial. But what would love be without wishful thinking?