I realize that the socially acceptable time to wallow in grief is coming to an end.... I feel like there are two types of people in this world, Rossi, the ones that get over their grief and move on, and the ones that descend into some sort of endless misery.... I'm not sleeping because when I do I dream of Maeve. When I see her, I feel the sweetest relief imaginable. She always asks me to dance. But I can't. 'Cause I don't know how to dance. I never even got to touch her when she was alive. I know if I give in to that fantasy, I'll be lost forever, so I force myself to wake up. Is that part of normal healing?
- Dr. Spencer Reid in Criminal Minds - 8x20 - Alchemy
Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.