Love gone but not lost...

Tortuous it is to constantly wonder what your beloved is thinking. Doomed to be a woman, my nature insists I satisfy every craving for information. "What are you thinking" "Do you love me" "Do you trust me"... blah, blah. It's a fate I didn't ask for, but nevertheless, I am left with. Face to face with someone you care for, it is difficult to express emotion... thousands of miles away only increases misunderstandings and leads me to linger further. Losing love is tragic... not losing, but delaying love and it's uncertainty is disheartening.
I guess, I'm stuck with this bottle of wine, keyboard, and "The Fray" CD. Classic Vanessa.