There’s always going to be the underlying tug of what “could” have been, “if only”.
A million people can love you, but if it’s not the one you want it to be, then it just doesn’t make one difference at all.
I fear I will never find happiness because of this and the way I think.
I wish I could turn it on and off like other people seem to be able to do.
Instead I bitch and whine about it to get it out, in hopes it will not infect me any longer and it’ll stop hurting.
J.Rounds (c) 2016~Peaces of Me