#defete

But tonight I accept what it is. I accept that even though I attempted many times, there is no success in what I am aiming for. We will never be friends again. I have to accept this because I can't keep forgiving people like I do. Deep down I know there is a good person in everyone but not everyone listens to it. I am hesitant to say they might never listen, but I find it easier to think there is a 'maybe one day' chance they will. I care about it so much that I try to think back and see if I showed it enough and I am still unsure. If I could, I would say it it everyday to their face how much they meant to me. I only continue to get hurt by these thoughts in the mean time. I will sit and cry tonight over what I now know and what it is then vow never to cry about it again. This is the end. There is no positive optimistic twist at the end. It is the end. Nothing more. Wishing will only delude the fact that it would've been different. They might never know how deeply I feel for this matter. I can honestly say I hope they find the warmth and happiness that they will be able to cherish as their life goes on.

When it comes down to it, I guess you just have to live without them.