h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

..and not enjoying it at all.

At least it shouldn't be permanent - or, that's what I'm telling myself. Loneliness is transitory.. happiness is permanent.

What is a physical body but flesh and blood? Souls can cross the sea...

I hope for calmness in your soul and that the time apart can in some way be mitigated by the relationship that you share.

A physical body is the manifestation of the thoughts and elements of the soul, in all that it expresses. You can't brush your fingers across a virtual cheek, nor can you let someone know that you're there by sitting close to them. You can't listen to someone's breathing at night and allow it to calm your spirit, nor can you whisper into their ear. You can't sit calm in the knowledge that however busy you both are, there's someone behind you who's there if you need them, and nor can you indicate the most complex of mutual thoughts with the simplest of facial expressions.

Textual communication is a marvellous thing, but once you've tasted else, you can tell the difference, and you can lust after the other. When you share existence with someone such that you use the full potential of a method of communication, all you can do is yearn for better ways with which to share life with them, and in having the opportunity indefinitely rescinded, your soul is kicked and battered, your spirits dampened, and your mood darkened.

I know precisely where I'd rather be.

Thankyou, marv.. I hope so also..

Thanks njan. Make me why don't you...

If you didn't want to know what I think, you didn't need to post to my journal. I'm sorry.

Fine then *pouts* I won't *ever*...

I think you are wrong, but there you go...

Well, I'm telling you that I feel the most lamentory that I've ever managed. This is the first time I've ever found myself unable to go without someone's presence in this way. And as phenomenal as it's possible to find people online, I can assure you that in person, any awe I beheld previously was eclipsed.

Bless your little cotton socks.

But surely you were expecting this? You can't go falling for someone that lives so far away, and think that it wouldn't hurt to let them go home...



I feel your pain.

Words will not say what you are feeling or what I am feeling for you. I can only hope that the seperation is fleeting and that peace and happiness for the both of you can be found soon.

There's nothing I can say- words are meaningless.

*waltzes around the thread*

I do not like RL. Far too much stuff.

*shakes head*

Sheesh, you're telling me. RL is a b*tch. Why can't things just *work* occasionally? Why are things always so difficult? Why can't things just go *right* for a change??

No, no, I shouldn't say that. I'm lucky, must of my life goes well. Just a few things don't. Pity those things can be the ones that hurt. Ah well. Sh*t happens.

Yeh.

What I don't understand at the moment is how good things and really really bad things can go hand in hand, and how having found something so good, I can feel so empty and sad and melancholic.

Big hole inside. That's why.

No! Big hole outside.. something missing whose hand I can no longer hold and whose words I can no longer hear.

Stopitnow.

Be happy that you have tasted happiness. Some of us don't even get that much of our beloved.

And there will be another time...and another time...and another. Just not right now...



When's she gonna be back online anyway? Been forever since you both were around these parts!

I've got a feeling you're going to need to wallow for a little bit. Someone being away from you leaves a huge hole, and until you can come to terms with, and learn to live with that hole, you're going to feel pretty empty. It might take a while, it'll probably be difficult. But try to concentrate on what you have, don't look for what you haven't, and hold onto it. Repeat 'at least I have...' ad finatum, and try to lock onto it. I don't know if it'll help you, but it has done me in the past. Just a thought.

Yeh. What she said njan. Loooong life ahead of you.

*feels lovesick*