I wonder sometimes when it's going to be my time. Will I ever find the one? Will my heart be good enough for somebody?
I watched in horror last night as who I thought was the one walked away from me, again. The crushing pain in my stomach, the sudden angst of all the emotions surrounding my heart, and the agony of knowing that this time I was a fool.
Maybe the idea that I can make someone happy is a delusion. Maybe I just don't have what it takes to bring a good life to someone. Whatever the reason I can't give up hope. One day I might meet that person who will cherish what I have to offer. Today though I sit and look out at the rain while applying bandages to a part of my soul that is now broken.
But for last night I wished a good life for the girl I wanted to give everything. A girl I used to call the Pretty Girl. I hope her existence on the this planet is extraordinary.
"If you have love in your life, you have life." - Bernhard Goetz