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"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

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I want to be the broad shoulder that my girlfriend can cry on.

I want to be that boyfriend that protects her in real life and her dreams.

I want to be the boyfriend that showers her with love and time.

But I don't have broad shoulders.

But I don't have the guts to protect anyone.

But I don't have loads of time.

But I don't have a shower of love.

My life is like a novel.

I have the option to close the book,

But I’m midway through a chapter,

And things still must be resolved.

There’s a cliffhanger at the moment,

I don’t know what’s going to happen,

So I’ll keep reading and see.

The book will close when the time is right.

When it does,

I’ll look back

And think

You didn't love me.

You just didn't want to be alone.

Or maybe, maybe I was just good for your ego.

Or, or maybe I made you feel better about your miserable life

but you didn't love me.

You want to know how I know?

Because you can't destroy people you love....

I just want to write.

Pour my heart and soul into my stories, poems and songs.

To feel connected to the words I put down but I'm detached.

I can't think of anything.

My heart doesn't love what I write and my soul doesn't feel the story I create...

It's just a waste of "talent"

I want to write.

Create new world's, characters, and souls.

To make someone feel something but I'm detached.

I can't thing of anything.

My new world's are dull, my characters are boring and my souls have no life.

There's a difference between living and surviving.

Living is the pursuit of a lifestyle of the specified type, like a surfer, choosing their waves.

Surviving is continuing to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship, like a wave, it's there without choice.

Everyone around me is living while I am surviving.

I continue to survive so they can continue to live.

For them my survival is like a wave for surfers.

Without the wave they are unable to surf sufficiently, thus without my survival they cannot sufficiently live.

I am an ocean wave.

One day I am perfect and the surfers choose me, I survive for them.

The next I am imperfect and all surfers avoid me totally, I survive despite them.