[[*To Fix A Broken Life, Use The Tools Of The Heart*]]

[[*A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face; the warmth and wonder of a loving heart*]] - "The Plague" by Albert Camus

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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I woke up a couple of mornings ago with a heavy heart. For no rhyme or reason, I felt this sinking feeling of dread, a pit in my stomach that seemed to grow heavier as the day grew longer. And I couldn't shake that feeling. I talked to a friend and out of the blue, I mentioned that if HE were to find someone, I would be devastated.

So, it came to be that even though an ocean and the equator separates us, there's a line that connects my heart to his. A phone call home the day before confirmed my greatest fear; HE HAS found someone to love and that girl is not me.

The final thread holding the pieces of my heart together broke and I wept for the pain and regret for what could have been but now can never be. I've lost that last glimmer of hope.

My skies are turning grey...
No sign of the sun,
Only rain.

posted at 3:43 PM

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