I have this idea in my head for a story...one based entirely upon reality.
My problem lies in the simple fact, that I cannot recover some of those feelings had during that time of my life.
I keep hoping to run into him...Just so I can feel something again. Hate, lust, pity...anything.
I pulled out my box of 'past' and I feel so disconnected to it all. Which, in the long run, I'm happy about...but right now. I need something to get me started.
I need to hear his voice.
I need music.