I made a post using my phone, and it disappeared.
It was all about this little corner. The tiny little dark corner of your heart, right there. The one reserved for one memory, or one person...or one thing.
That unfulfilled need. Or desire. Or passion.
That dream you let go of, because you thought was impossible... and every time something reminds you of it, you get a heavy heart? Yes, that's the one. It's because the air in the dark little corner is pretty dense. Dense with discontent.
That potential relationship you never got yourself into, due to lack of certainty (that sounded very institutional economics-like!) belongs there as well.
And the life you never lived. Maybe.
I think my dark little corner is almost fully packed.
PS. I miss you.