When did I become this person? I've always needed closure, but I don't understand why I care so much about this. I guess I really have changed and to be honest for the first time I'm not sure I like it. I feel vulnerable somehow, like I'm standing in the middle of the highway, waiting for a truck to run me over. I could walk away, but where's the fun in that? It's turning out to be one hell of an ending and I have a feeling that the worse has yet to come. I know why this is happening. I chose for it to happen, when I decided on my path. Who knew that crossing over would be so difficult, if not impossible. My senses tell me there's a way, I just wish they would point me in the right direction...
She was right about many things, I just always hoped this wasn't one of them. I hate proving her right, but there's nothing more I can do. We just aren't where I thought we were and now sadly, as it seems, we can never be. But I'm fine, I really am. They're probably fine as well. I just wish we could be fine together...
