You asked if I was alright. When I answered I did not know, you did what I always had hoped you would. You took me in your arms and held me.
I so wanted you to be the one that would work out. I flip between being convinced I’ve simply over thought everything, and knowing that I have not; knowing I must leave you in the dust and move on. The thing is I came to terms today with the feeling I’ve been surpressing in hopes you were going to prove yourself as wanting me enough for it to be worth sticking around. I’ve had the feeling that something else—-someone else maybe—-is right in front of me, but I have been to consumed with the possibliity of you and me to see it(or him). Over the past couple days I have begun to let go. One tiny problem … I don’t know if this will will stay or not because every once in a while my mind decides to come up with every bit of evidence it can to prove there might be hope. I know there is not.