Agony. I don't know what else to call it. I was literally in the middle of a meeting today, and I was, for some truly inexplicable reason, taken right back to my Caribbean island with my Caribbean beau. And it hurt. I mean really hurt. I felt as though my heart was being ripped right out of my chest. It hurts more now than a month ago. It is loss, true loss. He might as well have died, and in some ways this is worse, because I know that he is still somewhere, out there, under the same moon. And I want nothing more than to have his love for me back.
Yes, West Coast is many wonderful things, and getting to know him is fun and exciting. I like his emotion, his sense of need, and the way he kisses me. I like the attention, the desire, the passion, but how do I get my soul back?
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