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Caught in an Angle of Song...

That's one of my favorite lines from Love Jones, and it sums up my feelings right now. I'm listening to Leslie Odom Jr. today. If you love great singing and beautiful music, you definitely need to get into this one. As a wonderful (?) bonus, it's got me all in my feelings. While there, I came to an uncomfortable realization.

I'm lonely.

Even though I'm dating My Teddy Bear, I spend way too much time by myself. He calls during the day, but it's on his breaks and when he's on the bus. We don't have substantive conversations about things that matter to me. When we have "serious" conversations, they usually consist of him either bitching and moaning because of something I want him to do, or him telling me what activity he wants to do.

I miss having someone who's interested in the same things I am. I miss having someone I can tell my secrets to without feeling like I'll be ridiculed. I feel like I'm adrift all the time, which wouldn't bother me if I was single. But I'm not.

That's why I find myself thinking about and pining for New Boo. That's not cool at all, but it's the reality of my life.

One of my favorite songs on this album is Love Look Away. It addresses the emotion like an annoying  person. "Love, look away from me. Fly when you pass my door. Fly and get lost at sea. Call it a day. Love, let us say we're through. No good are you for me. No good am I for you." But line that sends me in is, "Wanting you so, I try too much. After you go, I cry too much." The chorus says, "Love, look away -- lonely though I may be. Leave me and set me free. Look away from me." And Leslie's buttery tenor brings it together in fine fashion.

I'm IN a relationship, and my heart is so sore that I can't stand it. Ugh!

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