Force

I could be walking down the street, nothing special just carrying shopping, when it will hit me: a memory or thought and that deep missing is there again. I think that when I meet the 'right' person I won't feel it anymore. I also realise that all the strong, almost attacking things I have spoken to others are like a cushion - they make it less real, more cartoon.

This is not happening to me, he wouldn't do this. But he is and it is.