I feel as though I am usually living in a void - observing and existing here, waiting for something to happen. Or maybe waiting to meet someone who completes me. That happened once, but then when my once-in-a-lifetime connection leaves, I almost wish I had never had it in the first place. At least before, I didn’t know what it felt like to be genuinely content - even for a brief moment in time.
Now left angry and resentful. And lacking conclusion.