UpInFlames

We have slowly gone, 

and I wonder, 

on, 

on... 

 never ending.

I am trying to rebuild myself, not necessarily from a heartbreak per se,  for heartbreak is as much of a gain as what it is a loss - which is the magic of love, though it may be materially lost, what you learn is forever with you, though it may not be the love itself.  I am wondering why I seek the security of a man as much as what I do. There is a fine line between being a needy girl, who needs a man's assertion for whichever reason or insecurity she hones inside, and being a romantic: falling in love with idea's and hoping they pan out into real life existing men, and real life relationships; moments. 

I feel as though I am dancing drunkly on that line, to say the least. 

I hope that that line bolds, 

I hope that I get my balance,

and then I hope to meet my Yang. 

One day.

:)