“We loved with a love that was more than love.” ~Edgar Allan Poe
One day I’m going to live dangerously and buy two boxes of Raisin Nut Bran. . .
. . . pick out all of the raisin nuts from one box . . .
. . . and add it to the other. Hmm, maybe I need to get three boxes of Raisin Nut Bran . . .
Then, WATCH OUT, WORLD!, as I enjoy my awesomely, raisin-nut-full bowl of cereal.
“Some days the loss is as fresh as the day the love left. Some days, you can breathe, not think of it for a stretch, sometimes just for an hour or a few minutes, sometimes for days. Sometimes you’ll go a day or a week without breathing once because the loss is suffocating. It takes different faces: anger, hurt, longing. Sometimes it’s bittersweet joy, because for a moment, you had it all. I want to tell you the pain gets easier, but it doesn’t. You only learn to bear it. But there’s comfort in knowing you loved and were loved in return . . . ” Staci Hart, A Thousand Letters
Life is simple, it’s just not easy.
When you haven’t ordered anything from Amazon but a package arrives with that insta-recognizable half smile logo.
Little-bursts-of-happiness start firing in your brain. Amazon! I have a package from Amazon!
You pick it up, all smiles, because the Amazon Fairies must know you’ve been a good girl.
But . . .
It’s not for you.
Crushing disappointment ensues, but you try to be brave, because, hey, you knew you didn’t have a package coming.
It still hurts, though.
Damn you, Amazon Fairies! Why couldn’t you have sent me something?!
You know the day’s going to turn out terrible when you’re contemplating have a glass of wine with breakfast.