Thomas is my reason for living.
Love doesn’t last forever. But it is real. I have found love in someone, who doesn’t quite realize it. I am so guilty for housing those feelings that I cannot even look that person in the eye.
They say, love like you have never been hurt. Well, there seems to be some problems in fulfilling that statement. For me anyway. I had a dream last night. One of those dreams that ruins your day. I am so afraid of feeling that way I felt a year ago. I suppose that I will be anticipating it until the day I die. This is when I hate biology. Whenever it drives a man to commit despicable acts against a person in which he has established an important relationship. It is inevitable. It happens. I hate caring. I am on the verge of making a mistake. I am considering drawing a close to this relationship with this wonderful guy just out of the hopes of diverting another painful end. Because it is inevitable. It happens.
Idontlike being alone.
