| Sometimes, when I
sit quietly and think of you, I wonder if all this dreaming I do is
only going to lead to more heartache and more disappointment.
Sometimes I fear that, the closer we get, the more the distance
between us will simply feel like an impassable chasm.
Sometimes I fear that, when all is said and done, that your
happiness alone will not be enough...
Because, as much as I do love you, I want to be happy too. And
part of me becomes convinced a little more each day that the
happiness I seek can only be found in the presence of you. So what
then can I do?
If I cannot cross the distance, if I cannot be the one, if I must
live my life knowing that you have found happiness in another —
Where does that leave me?
If you are my reason to be, and my reason to continue, then what
is left when my reason is gone? |