Let me start from the start!
I met her in Cairo two years ago and neither of us knew what she was doing there.
I appreciated the writer in her and she appreciated the writer in me.
She was withering as though Cairo was too much for her to handle.
The trials and tribulations of a single American girl living alone in Egypt and trying to make it on her own was sucking the light out of her soul.
No matter how much she meditated, there was always a restless look in her eyes.
She left - we stayed in touch - she is blossoming - I miss her.
In her reply to my last email, she asked me what I meant by "emotional void" - I never thought about it before. I am not sure from where I sponged that expression.
After some thought, I replied:
Emotional void means - in my case - that I have a very busy life, a great flourishing career, and so many people around me and all over me.
But I always have the feeling that in the center of my body there is a deep hole that gets deeper with every failed relationship or unfulfilled fantasy.
There is no way I can reach into myself and fill it with sand, dust, or love.
Most women would fill it with food ... stuff your tummy hoping that your heart will be full too.
An emotional void is like an ulcer the eats off your flesh, digs a hole in your guts, and hurts where you cannot heal.
I met her in Cairo two years ago and neither of us knew what she was doing there.
I appreciated the writer in her and she appreciated the writer in me.
She was withering as though Cairo was too much for her to handle.
The trials and tribulations of a single American girl living alone in Egypt and trying to make it on her own was sucking the light out of her soul.
No matter how much she meditated, there was always a restless look in her eyes.
She left - we stayed in touch - she is blossoming - I miss her.
In her reply to my last email, she asked me what I meant by "emotional void" - I never thought about it before. I am not sure from where I sponged that expression.
After some thought, I replied:
Emotional void means - in my case - that I have a very busy life, a great flourishing career, and so many people around me and all over me.
But I always have the feeling that in the center of my body there is a deep hole that gets deeper with every failed relationship or unfulfilled fantasy.
There is no way I can reach into myself and fill it with sand, dust, or love.
Most women would fill it with food ... stuff your tummy hoping that your heart will be full too.
An emotional void is like an ulcer the eats off your flesh, digs a hole in your guts, and hurts where you cannot heal.
