Disconnect

I was thinking just now about the ending of relationships recently. Sometimes we disconnect from them way too soon. Something happens, and we just can’t help it.

Sometimes I can’t disconnect even though I should. I still have Daddy’s pictures and voice, and I have to admit I still go and listen to or look at his face every now and then. There are others, too, I know that are just not mine, not meant for me, but I hold on to the fantasy that someday timing will work out. I don’t see how it would. There is one person I dream about, and I don’t even know where they live.

I have one person who may be mine, but they really don’t use me enough. I miss them, too.

I was reading a few words about how the vibration of a relationship or connection is important, and the person needs to have an awareness of the other. That is what I miss the most. That is what would solidify a connection.