Now that I'm back in the "real" world I have a constant melancolly feeling. A strang mix between satisfaction and longing. I feel that in our search for deeper connections we also find a form of abandonment. We come together for a short blissfull time to share all the pleasures of life, eating the forbidden fruit, then part our ways and slip back into the grind. Like Cinderella fleating home before midnight. Now that I dont have constant positive interaction I notice a hole forming in my heart that BM unintentionaly created. And for all those burners who happen to meet and connect with one special person in particular, and lost them again in the masses... I feel sympothy.
To all the Prince Charmings and all the dancers at the ball, may you find your Cinderella and live happily ever after.