Dear Inspiration,

Hello, old friend. Remember me? Where have you been? I’ve been sitting here trying to write for weeks, but nothing good has left my pen. See? I just used the word good. It sucks. I’m starting to doubt myself. Please come back. And bring your friends, Talent, Creativity and Humor. Grammar too, I guess.

Oh, Inspiration, your absence surprises me. I’m currently heartbroken. We all know nothing writes better than a broken heart. So, where the heck are you?

Also, I think I might be unheartbroken. Ya know — fixed. It doesn’t hurt anymore when I think about it. Okay, that’s a lie. But it’s definitely gotten easier. The pain isn’t paralyzing and the constant lump in my throat has dissolved into a tiny pebble in my shoe. That’s progress. I can’t listen to any of the CDs I’ve burned in the last year and a half, but whatev, yo.

Anyway, Inspy, I hope you’ll come home soon and make silly blogs like this one obsolete. I miss you.

Your friend always,

Me