Some cat out there, probably in Hollywood, said you never know how much you miss something til’ it’s gone. Well, if anyone ever said anything true in the whole universe, that has to be the truest thing out there by a long shot. If you’re a person already, I mean with a personality, you’ll know that one day you’ll miss that something, but just like that guy said, you don’t know how much you’ll miss it. Maybe I miss it a little too
much, but that feeling I got, it’s a lot like mourning; mourning for a love that died just so soon after it was born, if it even was born at all. I guess sometimes it’s like a little kid drawing on a piece of paper, showing all her hopes and dreams, her fantasies; so one-sided. Love; so unrequited.