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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Comfort Food

When someone is missing in your life, physically, many things change for you. You begin to change and morph the way that you views things, or even the way that you feel about certain things. (Of course, one step at a time.) Certain conversations and time spent together grow as your personal way of getting through the time that you are apart from te amo.
Not only does your mind begin to embark upon a particular metamorphosis, but your physical attachments begin to search for something else to latch onto. It can be a present, a place, a food, a drink, or even a shared thought. My guy has been gone physically from my life ever since the beginning of the month to the opposite side of the country for the military. I have manifested yearning for the tunes of a favorite of his. I did not grow attached to a present or anything of that nature. No, I have grown attached to his favorite song.
This song has inadvertently become my comfort food when I am missing him; which is, consequently, every second of every day.
This song has become the pillow that one would cling to for the slightest of resemblance of their love. We have not grown that intimate physically, so I am under the impression that the pillow is not what I long for because of that reason. I prefer it this way though. My guy is QUITE old-fashioned, and I have grown to love that about him. This "taking it REALLY slow" thing has worked wondrously in our favor as far as the love and understanding being harvested is concerned.
The song is not even a love song; well, not in the traditional sense. Jay-Z's song "History" is about his love and affection for victory, and how he and victory would be able to combine to make history, hence the title of the track.
I feel that by this song being what I link myself to is a subconscious signal that this could very well be VERY real. Maybe I am loving this guy, who knows........
As of now, Comfort Food is all I have. Honestly though, this has not been too bad, for I am certain that what I have grown to long for from him---his voice, his touch, his grip, his grasp, his yearn, his mind, etc.---will bring US closer.
Like, KISSING close ha!

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