I have Girl-Loss Disorder. (GLD) Its symptoms feel like ennui with a subterranean pressure in your brain telling you that this moment, if your life were as it should be, this moment would be spent in bliss with the woman you love.
But it's not and it won't be.
That is my heavy case of GLD.
I've lost the first and second loves of my life. No other has ever compared to those. I don't think this crappy and fallen world with ever show me another like either of them.
I am done, wasted, a ruin, without use in the life I live. I'm a romantic, I desperately need love, if even a mere trickle, to continue. But I can't keep chasing insincere, make-shift variables. I'm too beaten and broken from those to risk another, the next must be the real One, the true love of my life. The One that makes me forget what world I live in, the One whose every frequency resonates through every particle of my being.
Will my despair overtake me before I find the One, or will I trudge through the desert, past the mirages and find a beautiful and lush oasis?
If I do, will what's left of me be enough to matter?
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