I longed for real love and looked in places that felt safe. My reaction to the reality of it was immature. The pain was terrible and I wonder if I will forget the good that once existed. Care maybe, love not a chance.
Some things I can't bring myself to let go, but 3 years and I've been fighting for them all along...with sometimes only an imaginary fight. Now I realize I was never meant to have those dreams. Ive walked out of the darkness a person who doesn't dream.