Unto others

New York City NY

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You were in my dreams last night. We were at my favorite spot in the city. A place we've never been together. We were happy and laughing. The grass was green and the sun bright. I like those dreams and hate when my circadian rhythm rips me from them. You. There are so many out here, like me. Longing and hurt. Missing their person. (some are also bonkers, and I'd like to smash their heads on their keyboards, but I digress) They are trying to make it make sense. It hurts when you feel like your heart is a liar. That what you felt for that person was completely misconstrued and that what you thought you were feeling from them was false. I'm sad because of all the insecurities I read. The doubt and fear. The projecting. The Talmud warned of this... Someone asked me "if the sun and the moon have moved- why don't you?". Well, the Sun & Moon have not and do not move. We are the one's that move. They are fixed constant and consistent. Much like my love for our celestial dieties and my person. Finally, vindictive? Like waiting for a "gotcha" moment or trying to get even is far from what I want. I've only ever wanted what was best for you, no matter how much it hurt me. I feel bad for anyone who holds those types of concerns.