LordofMoonSpawn

I would burn the world for you, my love.

The following are the sole reasons why I haven't committed suicide yet.

1. My dogs would mis me.
2. My dad and my sister would be sad.
3. I am afraid of death.
4. I won't be able to see you again.
5. I still have hope that you might someday say “yes”.

Foolish maybe, but it is the truth.

You say you don't love me. But I love you.

You say that you don't like me. But I love you.

You say that you aren't ready. But I love you.

You say that you are broken. But I still love you.

Three days since we last spoke. I can still feel the helplessness that I felt when I called you and couldn't say anything. Helplessness may now be the single most accurate word one could use to describe me.

When they look at me, all they see is hope. Not knowing that it all is a facade I would readily give up for the one that resides in my heart.

In this day and age, being a hopeless romantic is a good way to break your heart into as many pieces as there are stars.

But I will still wait for you, because what I feel is real.

I am tired.

2 failed relationships.

1st one, I felt overwhelmed by how fast everything was going. I was young, inexperienced, still a student, and so unready. I have regrets, but we are really good friends. In her eyes, we are bff's, but I wouldn't go that far.

2nd one, was a messy breakup. I won't bore you with the details, but it broke me.

Took me 6 years to step into the dating scene again and take things seriously — to open myself up again.

And here I am. Broken again. Yearning for the end.

If there's one thing I have learned, it's that opening yourself up may not be the smartest move, even if your heart is telling you to do it.

Standing in the dark Hall of life, Looking at what was before, and anticipating what is to come, You get this feeling of hopelessness, Of things being out of your control.

The life you had imagined never came to be, The love you deserved never truly was.

Standing in the great Hall of life, looking backward you are filled with regret, just as you are filled with dread when you look forward.

To have not even een modicum of control over the outcome of anything fills you with pain and uncertainty.

The only thought going through your mind being: please let her reconsider (10000000^~x).

In the solitude of my thoughts, I have come to recognize that while it may be impossible for me to forget you, I still have to pretend to forget you. And in so, I have decided that I will try that.