Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
3rd entry for:
11. You'll find love when you prepare the ritual correctly. Chibithulu (Alyssa) 12. You'll find love when you give up and shoot cupid. Pumpkin Spice Sox $n&& N gn^! &u*s asg+be N !bp# !sm! ... rmkas ... N mr ^p> !sm! ks>. #sbhm#) >hs m^)$sb n) 42. I bet Davy Kraken can decipher the above ... If only I could. I'm great at making connections. Have even played Cupid! But close intimate relationships have alluded me. It's a puzzle with missing pieces. I seem to be romantically attracted to rocks and glaciers and those wise enough to know trouble and how to avoid it. I'm passionate and that's too much for some folks... plus annoying, quirky, scattered, depressed, anxious, worried, gloomy... not exactly everyone's favorite slice of pie! We won't talk about sex other to say that it frightened and confused me when I was younger and that's not healthy. Growing up in a box didn't help either. I needed to find someone to squeeze the shit out of me like toothpaste from a tube. Perhaps that's too icky an analogy. It's taken decades of never giving up for me to admit defeat. After-all, I'm a Hufflepuff. I ought to be able to devise something better than a coercive love potion! I mean Scamander was able to calm dragons ... and Hiccup was able to train them. Are humans that impossible? That answer is clearly yes. At least for me. Like a Hufflepuff I'm loyal. If I fall in love I don't fall out of love. I just pine away. I keep people close to my heart. I've tried as I've matured, then gotten older, now decrepit, to at least let them know. But love is tricky. If the potion is polluted in the least it dissolves into lust or longing or ... just doesn't work. Pure Love is best, but I'm too human for that. I'm about ready to shoot Cupid. But Hiccup didn't have to: 56.935 |