“Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.”—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It’s a few years old, but I remember waking up this every day for nearly a year. Not because I was in love with the song, but because the guy who gave me the CD and opened my eyes to a different kind of music was someone I really respected. Not romantically, but in a close way. We barely talk now.
I think what bothers me most is the idea that we never really had much in common in the first place.
All these songs, poems, and declarations of love through the millennia. But I’ve never been able to put words, music, or art to my feelings on love. I know I’m currently in love, and I think it’s cute when people can say such wonderful things about the matter. But what others say about love is never how I feel about it, and my ability to give my own meaning to it is lacking. Which is strange, because I’m usually never at such a loss. Perhaps speechlessness is the only way for me to go?
I keep going through technology moodswings. One day, all I want is to play the Sims 3 all day long. The next, all I want to do is look up various interesting people on Twitter. The next, all I care about is having the coolest tumblr EVER! Then, of course, there are wikipedia days, facebook days, and Photoshop days. This one’s a tumblr day.