misha writes. duh.

The danger of getting the thing you want the most is that you have the thing you want the most. She found herself preoccupied these days. With unhappiness. With melancholy. It would sneak up on her in between the happy moments. It would wedge itself into the cracks and taunt her with it’s ludicrous truth — with everything, there was still more. The NEED never went away. It just got more confusing. More irksome. Less controlled. If the thing you want the most, is not actually the thing you want the most, then what is there?