The Greeks believed that once there were not male and no female, that all souls were one. That there were bodies with four arms and four legs, and two heads and one soul. Then, the souls were torn apart, male and female were created. The Greeks thought that when you found the other half of your soul, your soul mate, that it would be your perfect match and perfect lover. But I think that if you find your other half, you would be too much alike to be lovers, but you would still be soul mates.
I want the dreams to stop. I want to stop thinking, "oh a text, I wonder if it is Joe." I want that to go away. Please. I don't need to want to talk to him, to need to feel him around. I tried leaving a message on his aim, and he either didn't get it, or didn't care. Whatever. I can't deal with this shit. Sometimes it hurts more than others, but right now, it really just sucks. A couple days ago it was really bad, but right now it is getting a little better day by day... Argh.
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