Trip

Things are looking up, I guess, as I struggle to make sense of the myriad emotions that had assailed me, that Dy is so near yet so far at times, so near yet I cannot feel that familiar touch, that I thought my frequency seems off-beat from Dy's, until I realized it really doesn't matter, that I still love Dy. Every minute of it. If there is anything called madly in love, this is it. And I know, irrationality is overwhelming every bit of logic and sense that still remain in me. And I know I will never love another like I do again.