Journaled Volume Six - Page 13

me shelter. I'm just so tired of looking. It's not that I don't have feelings for you, because I do. I liked you, I still do but I understand now. I understand now that it was not enough.

I wanted something real and tried to turn our pretend into that. I wished you were mine because I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be scared of the lonliness that visits me at night. You were there, and you showed that you cared, but not the way I hoped.

I wanted someone to love me. I wanted someone who wanted to be with me forever. You wanted to temporary kindness. I can't fault you for that because I knew that you did. I thought I wanted the same thing. And for a while there we were on the same page.

But feelings increased on my side. Only because I let my daydreams inhabit my waking thoughts. I gave life to my runaway dreams, and I'm the one who is sitting here laughing at myself. I have no one else to blame. I dragged out this encounter because I wanted comfort. I wanted love.

Briefly you were that comfort. You made me feel