What is it about the human heart that compels us to break it. Is it because it's so easily broken? Or is it because we have no idea how to take care of it? All I can say that mine isn't broken, but it feels as if it should be. I stand by and watch as those I care about fall in love and are happy. I'm happy for them but I feel as though through their happiness I am destined to be sad and alone. Maybe that's my lot in life. A day late and a dollar short. The opportunity arises at entirely the wrong time so all I can do is sit around and wait for it to maybe, just maybe pass by again. I'll be ready next time. When she decides that she wants me I'll have everything I need to take care of her and keep her happy. For now though I just sit and watch and wait. I'm happy that my friends are happy, and sad that I may never know that happiness.
If you're readingless please do not comment. I'm posting this to get feelings off my chest, but I'd prefer not to know if someone has read it.
 Kendaki · Tue Jun 17, 2008 @ 01:06pm · 0 Comments |
