Past the edge

All right, it's past. Valentine's Day was disappointing in a vague way, and now it's past. I can think about other shit now.

I was out watching the Maryland game tonight. Just as I went into the place, a fabulously well-dressed couple came all, all hanging off each other. My heart hurt.

Maryland lost.

Just as I was about to leave, another, even-more-fabulously-dressed couple came in and sat down. My heart hurt some more.

This morning I began to realize that being alone is actually starting to affect my health tangibly. Some people are not meant to be alone, and I am fairly certain I am among them. I can feel little pieces of me dying away inside every time I come home to this house and there's no one here.