Solitude

All I ever wanted was to be with you, to be able to love you and in return to be loved by you and you wanting you to be with me. Hopes, wishes, and empty promises have surfaced and it is reality that none of this works. One person is hurt and the other has no remorse. Do I want you to feel bad? How bad should you feel in order to experience what I am going through? Maybe what I am going through might just be nothing to you or self-inflicted emotional distress. I am sorry for you do not feel the same. But why should I be sorry for you when you are not even sorry for doing this to me? It is amazing how long you can linger in my mind and eat up my life. As much as I try to move on, somehow your image keeps coming back. Look at the impact of you. I guess you were my world and I was just another being in your life. I have never felt so lost that I had to start all over again. I am on the losing end in the end of the day when you have nothing to lose or nothing to start all over again or even think about other than having more space and time for yourself. You have brought the meaning of love to a whole new level to me. A perspective that I would never ever believe in it ever again.