hoosakitty

I’ve spent the last week reflecting…a deep introspection that seems to have left me with no solutions. Love is my problem, that is certain. I am a slave to it. What is right pales in comparison to what I feel. But this is a love without hope…without resolution…without the fairy tale ending all romantics live for. No amount of sleep, tears, or whiskey is changing anything. I imagine if I wait long enough…stay strong long enough…that bitterness will seep in and solve everything for me.

It is a cruel irony to know who you belong with, only to realize that they are unreachable…and that you will never be satisfied with anything less than what you cannot have.