January 9, 2004
It's not fair that I can't have you. Sometimes the unfairness of it all makes me want to stomp my feet and pull my hair and throw the biggest tantrum anyone has ever seen. But I'm an adult, and I learned a long time ago that life isn't fair, and no amount of bad behavior is going to change that. So I bite my tongue, swallow my anger, and try to ignore my concupiscence as best I can. Which is hard, because then I see you again, and you smile, and I'm left wanting to stomp my feet once more.