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02/14/2004: "Heart 2004"

It doesn't seem like Valentine's Day; there's much less of the usual irritation, aggravation and frustration that day usually brings to the perennial single. Maybe because it's Saturday, and I'm not around people much at all. Maybe because it's Saturday, and i'm seeing all the people in couples out doing their mundane weekend tasks. Maybe because I'm really pretty content. I thought about calling BZ this week and didn't -- however it would have gone I'd have stirred up some turbulence inside of me that I didn't need. The attachment is still there, and the door never closed, but caution, cowardice and shynes are still winning the day for both armies. At this point in my life, I've spent a lot of days in unrequited love, or unfulfilled yearning, and its familiarity is comforting. It's the old hound, dozing by the side of the chair, that I reach out and caress every now and then.