someone dear to me finally met someone special. Not just special for a night at Eyedrum and a 6-pack of PBR (so to speak) but special in that way that she tells me she DREAMED him into existence, someone who so fits your every corner that you finally UNDRESTAND, in a sense, what 'all the fuss is about'. THis was after a long awful dry spell in the realm of Eros, some of which contained its share of tortured dead-ends and weird portents. When S. finally showed up, I was so glad...
I even told another single friend who so long has also been single this story of triumph, as a sign of hope.
Not good enough hope.
I don't know what happened. She won't even talk to me, or really anybody. Not even sure when and how it happened, the split from this person. I'm sure I'll find out eventually and have to figure out how to measure out the proper doses of shock, dismay, and outrage - if warranted. But underlying that for me is the anguish of this worst sort of loss - this solitude, that so many damned people seem to live in. so while I simultaneously feel blessed and lucky in love through having large access to one I so adore, I despair of the many I know who dont and wonder WHY? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? What is wrong w/ you ppl? Like Janis Joplin says "half the world is still crying, and the other half is stil crying too and they just can't get it together"
I dunno. I'm just sad for my friend, and for all those out there like her, unable to form partnerships. It's like a fundamental membrane in human relating has been severed, never to be recovered. I pray they all find union.
work me lord