| 3:06 PM - every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied... I know that being in love can be amazing and life-affirming and empowering, but the side of it I most often see consists of the melodramatic pining, the knowing that the person you are thinking of is not thinking of you.
This is not to say that I'm in a situation like that right now (though I may be if you replace the word "love" with something milder), but I do see friends going through it every day. There's this big web of intertwined characters, each of whom yearns (yes, yearns! O! the poetry...) for someone who is wishing for the affection of someone else all together. In the past several months, it's been comforting to have handsome boys as vaguely-defined "dating friends," but there seems to exist around us this haze we often choose to ignore: to put it heartlessly, it seems as if we are biding our time until the ones we want (whether or not we've ever met this dream person) come into the picture--or, as is commonly the case, return to the picture.
As much as I acknowledge how socialized I am when it comes to thoughts on love, I can't help but grasp firmly to my romantic notions that I'll somehow "win" in the end. Perhaps the young man who's been occupying my thoughts will be someone whom I look back on and say, "Him!? I was upset about him?" But for now it just doesn't feel that will be a possibility...
Oh, I love Sunday melodrama!
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from Josh Ritter's "Kathleen"
I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me
but I’m here and I’m ready and I’ve saved you the passenger seat
I won’t be your last dance just your last goodnight
every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied
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