After waiting all weekend to get you alone I couldn't say those three words. Not if there was never anything in return. Love is what we make it and I'm over the realm of fabrication. Our pathways are not the same because our roads may overlap, we must both choose the same direction, and I simply cannot follow you if you don't bring me along. Idealizing what we could be and where we could take each other has only left me heartbroken once again for what seems like a foolish dream of unconditional emotional surrender.
I will post more personal and provocative entries when there are enough comments, traffic, and requests to merit sharing the deeper confines of my journal. There will be no supply without demand ;)
