Change

 "omnia mutantur, nihil interit."
-Everything changes, nothing is lost.

Tuesday. Forget me. I see it clearly now. We can't do this any longer. I'll still be there if you think I can help you. I deeply thank you for everything.

With blind eyes I'm writing this passage. I realized last night I want love. Not blind fucking. Not some random hook up. Not some one night stand. I want to be understood. I want to be depended on. I want someone to feel for me when I cannot feel anymore. I am not weak for needing love. I exist everyday knowing how wonderful love is. I know many people say they've experienced love and I know they can carry on by themselves. I know that they think love isn't everything. But what happens when you say, love is everything; Life is for that last moment you spent with someone you love? I've spent months desperately trying to believe life is worth it without it. But I think I came to a realization, everyday without it, is just a pain that I've never known I dealt with. If you've tasted heaven only to return back to earth, what would become of the mundane?