Wine Soaked

Excuse me for any spelling mistakes. I've drank about 7/8ths of a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. And I've watched Cold Mountain.

Have you seen that movie?? Seriously. I'm talking snot running down the nose, sobbing, and raging against the turn of events. Remember I've had a bottle of wine.

7.5/8ths now.

I was made to be a piner. A longer. One who pines and longs. It is in me like a fever. If I believed in past lives I'd say I was a civil war wife or a world war two bride. In past lives I've longed for the one who was not with me. I do it so well.

I don't care if you think I am overly romantic or ... well, drunk for that matter. I long for a love I do not have.

I've heard the comments and rebuttals to this arguement.
"Just wait, your time will come." or "there's someone out there for you".

I know that.

It is the longing that I do well.

I often worry it's the loving I'll have a problem with.