So yeah…I haven't written anything that I thought I was going to in a really long time and…yeah. Just yeah. I have no excuse to be totally honest.

So I sat in my thinking chair (no, not the toilet) and pretty much tried to spook up any plot bunnies that may be grazing in meh noggin. And when that didn't work I called my friend Cass up and asked what her favorite movie was. And remembered why I adored this movie in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don't own crap!

Christian absentmindedly fingered the keys to his typewriter and for a moment he mused that after the end of the Moulin Rouge he had lost his passion for writing. For life. And above all things, he had lost his passion for love.

What was worth loving now that the world was no longer whole? The most important part of himself had disappeared before his eyes. There had been nothing for him to do. A dark shadow came over his mind as he thought of the stories he had wanted to write. Before he had been naïve in believing those fairytales.

There is no such thing as a happily ever after. Those things were written to give hope to children who would someday find out, as he had, that they had been fed lies and were foolish for putting their faith in such things.

But he saw everything for what it was now. The world was cold and dead. But in that cold he was comfortable and numb. It didn't hurt as much here as it did then. When he descended into this new place for the first time he could have sworn he heard her cry. But those eyes would never shed another tear and those supple lips wouldn't utter sweet love songs anymore.

His eyes burned at the thought which surprised him. He hadn't cried for a long time. Till now he had thought that his eyes had run dry from excessive loss of the salty liquid. Gripping the sides of the now unused machine, he pulled into himself until he was bent over it and anyone who may have cared enough to look in on the broken man would have thought him contorted in pain. Which, in a way, he was.

For what could be a more anguish inspiring fate dealt by the gods than to be denied your other half for the bohemian who believes in freedom, beauty, truth and above all other things love.

For the lucky souls who have never loved and lost that love, they would hopefully never cross paths with such world shattering pain. And if only it were a physical pain! Drugs will dull the pain till you no longer feel it. The heart's pain is a malignant cancer, coming back just when you thought you had finally found the cure at last.

Henri was wrong. The greatest thing you can ever learn is not to love and be loved in return. It is to find that love and to never let go of it. Never let it get away from you and you protect it from anything that would try to keep you apart.

I was listening to Pandora and for some reason all the songs that kept coming up under Coldplay were sad or love songs. And plus I'm an angsty mood considering I've been sick for the past three or four days and it hurts like hell. Damn you Strep!

P.S. Yes it's short but I'm going to go take some more medicine and then take a nap since the stuff knocks me out. Nap Time!

P.P.S. I just looked at my traffic on here and I kinda freaked out when I saw someone from Russia and Belarus had read something of mine. Guess you can't tell who the my two top favorites are for APH. Who am I kidding, I pretty much love them all.