We weren’t built to be happy
We were built to constantly seek out new pleasure
We love deeply
We loose desire
We ache for more
We ache for new
We ache for old
But the old makes us weep for the loss of the new
The excitement we loose
The desire to change, to grow
Becomes stagnant
But on our own life stings and overflows,
Stemming the tide of desire to share
No one to turn to and smile and say, “Look at that,” laugh and share the experience
And with someone new comes that flare – that excitement
“This is it – this is what I need”
But the flaws surely creep and the fire fades till a true “this is it”
or “this is wrong”
Alone. No matter who we’re with.
And yet – we are together.
Bits of Fiction 