I know my purpose in life. I am here to pass through the lives of others, help them achieve something that is important to them, and watch as they slide away from me. Nothing ever changes. My happiness is unimportant. Always, it is about the happiness of others. I don't know why I ever expect that to change.
So it started out like it always does. I want her, I feel that I could love her, I also feel that she will never desire me. Time passes, and I'm corrected. She does feel the same for me as I do for her, and I open myself up. Time passes, and she realizes that it was never real, just some trick of the moment and she never really loved me to begin with.
So why is it that I keep trying? I know that I am not desirable. I know that eventually, as with everything in my life, it is just going to fall apart. I know this isn't my last run. I just hope that my last run doesn't end.
P.S. - I'm not telling anyone that I'm posting this. If you happen to read it, don't tell me.
We're here and now,
but will be ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again.
"Shimmer", Fuel