I am quite sure I've been here before. I've written these words, I've mulled over these thoughts, and I have gazed at the very same stars, making the very same wish. I moved miles, yet not a single inch at all. I have failed at love, and love has failed me - so now that I stand at the precipice of another journey for the lonely hearted, I am more scared than I've ever been. I am afraid that I shall be broken once more, and that I shall be forced into things I never wanted in the first place. That is why it has been decided. I will not pursue you, I will not pursue us. I just wouldn't be able to survive if it didn't work out, and knowing myself, knowing how I function, it would surely end in disaster. I need you to realise that this is the hardest decision I had to make in forever. It does not reflect on you, and I have no issue admitting that I've never been as intensely in love, as I am in this very moment. But I simply cannot allow myself to go through it again - I have witnessed defeat too many times to think I could make it work. So I shall remain here. Alone and in silent agony. Waiting to forget you, and the lust I feel for everything you are, and everything you'll one day be.
Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you, just like us. They're lonely. They're missing somebody, and grieving for those who were taken away from their lives too early. They're in love with someone they probably shouldn't be in love with. They have secrets that would make you gasš when you'd hear them. They wish, dream, hope, and they look out the window whenever they're in a car or on a bus or a train and they watch those who pass by on the streets, and wonder what they've been through, and where they're going. We are never alone, because there are those who are like you, who are like us, and if we'd ever meet, we could tell them anything, and they would understand. Just like that.
