Sometimes

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?

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