Do bouts of heartsickness come with this age? The tangy, dreamy kind of ache that settles deep inside; the restless kind of longing that yearns for something - something more, something greater.
The only way I know how to deal with is it to run to my upright and sing old jazz songs.
I think it's part of being young, and in love with life but not with anyone in particular. I'm so glad to be alive, maybe especially because being alive means feeling things so deeply.
And isn't it romantic? Merely to be young on such a night as this?