We all tend to love in extremes, to let our heart lead rather than our head. It is no wonder that balance has never come natural to humans- never has. We are all still trying to figure out the perfect balance between attachment and detachment.
The ache of another night realizing that these two hearts do not beat for one another. The pain of another morning yearning to wake up next to someone who cares.
We are problem-solving machines, so naturally, in the absence of real problems, we cannot help but create our own problems. Perhaps we will never be free of problems, whether real or imaginary.
Solitude is calling to me again. She calls to me on those dire nights and I always answer her siren song. She knows when I am drained, detached or drowning and will lift me from the depths in my time of need.