"Love ends only in indifference."
Every creature, when it wakes each day, has something it wants to go find: Breakfast. An editor looks for a new best seller. A photographer, a marvelous shot. Me... all those things. But something on my list has come up missing. It used to be that every day held the cheery potential that someone might enter the scene, someone to excite enthusiasm, to inspire personal connection, maybe even love. It was never expectation, but just that readiness, should it happen. This morning I woke up and... Sign in to see full entry.