It's getting closer to that time of year...so I guess this was to be expected. I feel alone, even though I'm not.
Sure, I have an invitation to go somewhere for Valentine's Day, but it's not quite the same. Don't get me wrong! I am greatful that I can at least hang out with friends on V-day, but...obviously Valentine's Day isn't centered around friendship, and I dunno, it makes my life all that much harder because it serves as a reminder to me that I haven't anyone.
I feel like I whine and complain about this situation too much, though. I mean, honestly, doing this isn't going to help me any...at least that's what I'd like to say, but to be truthful, it actually does. This serves as an "outlet" for my emotions. Well, so does crying, heh, but it helps to tell others about how I feel.
I wait for my time.
I look at some girls, some whom I know, others not so well, and even though it sounds a little egotistical, I think to myself, "She'll never know..."
She'll never know what lengths I'd go to just to please her. What lengths I'd go to just to make sure she was happy. How much I would adore and worship her.
Meh, I don't like this feeling. I don't want to die anytime soon because I wouldn't have been able to experience everything this life has to offer...including requited love.
Baffling thing, love is. So many fight to gain it and fear to lose it, but there is no other greater thing out there that can cause more pain...
I don't know anymore. I had better stop before I get the keyboard all wet...:-(
