I was looking to be inspired.
Instead I think only of you, of what you're missing here, that this should have been our vacation. The mountains are beautiful, but I feel I can't appreciate them fully without you to do so with me. And strangers, all of them, who I will keep my distance from until this adventure is over. Except you will still be on my mind.
Its rainy and cool here, a far cry from the stifling heat far below. Your kind of weather. Perhaps you'd be inspired, perhaps a place like this could get you to write again.
But not me. No, you are the thing that causes ink to be spilled, though strangely I can't find those words when we're together.
Its not really so painful anymore, as if I'm becoming immune. My tears are dry anyway, but this rain could certainly hide them.
Its too cold. I would love nothing more than to feel your arms around me as we watch the rain fall on this range.
But I will watch it myself, cold and uninspired, just shy of enjoying myself.
Instead I think only of you, of what you're missing here, that this should have been our vacation. The mountains are beautiful, but I feel I can't appreciate them fully without you to do so with me. And strangers, all of them, who I will keep my distance from until this adventure is over. Except you will still be on my mind.
Its rainy and cool here, a far cry from the stifling heat far below. Your kind of weather. Perhaps you'd be inspired, perhaps a place like this could get you to write again.
But not me. No, you are the thing that causes ink to be spilled, though strangely I can't find those words when we're together.
Its not really so painful anymore, as if I'm becoming immune. My tears are dry anyway, but this rain could certainly hide them.
Its too cold. I would love nothing more than to feel your arms around me as we watch the rain fall on this range.
But I will watch it myself, cold and uninspired, just shy of enjoying myself.
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