Infinite Possibilities

Finding a romantic soulmate to be our other half. Our partner in life. It sounds so incredible. But it feels near impossible.

How could anyone really, truly know me. And decide to really, truly love me.

I am so loveable. But I bear my soul to the world around me every damn day. Yet to have found a person who can recognize they might just be my other half.

Inhale. Exhale.

The only thing I can think of more painful than a thousand spiteful words is silence. Indifference. Karma.

I hope you meet the loveliest, most beautiful, funniest girl in the world. I hope she strokes your frail ego and makes you feel like a big strong man.

Your karma is that she will never be me. There will be a me sized hole in your heart for the rest of your life. You will try to fit any number of amazing girls into that spot and you will certainly come close. But she will never be me, and that is my karma.

That will haunt you far longer than any words I could waste trying to hurt you. As it should.