Missing Titles Are Signs

The previous entry expresses the truth at the depths of the core as I experience it and it should be no coincidence that it was dated on the birthday of the most gentle adult child I ever knew, a best friend who called me the love of her life even though I said I wasn't. Another BFF with the second F silent. So much loneliness since then, but then, when the core is not shared, there is loneliness even laying next to someone. When the truth inside is not shared, there is loneliness even in when being held someone's arms. Still, as sad as that may seem, I miss being held in someone's arms.