Time breaks your heart...

It really hurts to let go. It seems the harder you try to hold on to something, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left with a feeling of loneliness that can't really be explained. Damn, there's nothing like that, is there?