I'm gun-slinging...

I have found myself grasping at straws, and the funny thing is, I'm not even sure why. If it's true love, why don't I feel more? I wonder if my defence-mechanisms are so hard at work that I can't quite begin to understand the complexity of this situation. How does one know when enough is enough, and the travesty of disappointment is simply too much to bear? How can you be sure that the person you swore you'd love, is the one who deserves it? And how does one say sorry, when sorry doesn't begin to cover the atrocities committed? If nothing else, I am feeling emotions I never knew existed, and as I explore who I truly am as a person, I stumble upon truths that have eluded me until now. I do not give in, and I do not give up - even for the sake of my sanity, what's left of it anyway.