Yesterday a friend sent me a summary of an article along with an attached photo. It was about a 5000 year old grave that had been excavated in Italy. It was a young man and young woman buried in an embrace. I had seen this before when it was first discovered, being keen on any archaeology news. But it made me cry the first time I saw it, and yet again when he sent it to me.

My response to his email is as follows:

Yes, I had seen that when they were first discovered, a few months ago. It makes me want to cry. I long for that kind of timeless love, a love I can throw my entire being into forever. To have someone who would want to hold me, even in death's cold embrace. To be able to surrender my heart to someone with the knowledge that they would never intentionally hurt me, would defend me, and take care of me until the end of time. Yeah, I think I gotta go cry again.

Does this make me sappy? Maybe. I think deep down inside I'm an incurable romantic who has never had her notions of "romantic" fulfilled by anybody. Which at this point also qualifies me as jaded and paranoid. It hurts. That is the sum of my existence now tho, pain. Physical and mental every day. I guess I ought to be used to it by now.

I got my cartilage pierced last night. Both sides. I have two holes in each lobe but I hadn't ever had one in the cartilage. It's going to be cool when it heals up. :)