- 21 Jun 2004
- 490
- 17
I sit here, unable to account for every broken promise I have made in my life.
None of that matters anyway.
Of all the disappointments I have caused, those caused to her are the most prevelant.
While it is true, that neither of us seem to have our heads on straight more than half of the time, shouldn't the responsibilities of beginning a life befall on me?
Or is it me just taking the harsh realities that things may have never been meant to be and just beating myself over the head with them?
After all, my family says it can't work.
My friends tell me there is no hope.
That she has said far too many harsh things to me, things even I have thought hurtful.
Yet, regardless of anything she ever said to me, I feel as though being together and not so far apart that things would be different.
I think those things and I love her.
I love her for who she is.
I love her for the troubles she has endured in her life.
I love her for the troubles she has overcome in her life.
Even the ones she never has.
I have loved her for almost two years, as I am sure that she has me.
Yet something tells me that love on her part may soon end, and there is not a gaddamned thing that I or anyone could ever hope to do to sway it.
In fact, I don't believe that the powerful hand of God could even move that mountain.
Yet I still have hope.
I still have the hope that she will come here, or I will go there.
Hope that she can hang on to the last vestige of love she has for me in her heart, allowing me and herself a fresh start at trying to begin a life together.
Hope that even if she decides being apart is more painful with no hope of ever knowing how long the distance between us will last, she will do so and still retain some sort of memory of me that says that I tried.
Hope that if we stay apart, the healing can finally begin.
I know none of this makes any sense to you, but I had no choice but to get this out of my system.
It is my scream.
It is the last thing I think of before allowing sleep to take me.
It is the first thing I think of before befalling my dreary existence without her here beside me during the day.
God, I wish things were easier.
I wish that decisions I made in my youth didn't affect me the way they do now.
Perhaps the arrogance of my youth is now teaching me a lesson that I will never forget.
Perhaps it is robbing me of the one person I want in my life to ensure I never forget.
Perhaps I will never know.
-Ant
None of that matters anyway.
Of all the disappointments I have caused, those caused to her are the most prevelant.
While it is true, that neither of us seem to have our heads on straight more than half of the time, shouldn't the responsibilities of beginning a life befall on me?
Or is it me just taking the harsh realities that things may have never been meant to be and just beating myself over the head with them?
After all, my family says it can't work.
My friends tell me there is no hope.
That she has said far too many harsh things to me, things even I have thought hurtful.
Yet, regardless of anything she ever said to me, I feel as though being together and not so far apart that things would be different.
I think those things and I love her.
I love her for who she is.
I love her for the troubles she has endured in her life.
I love her for the troubles she has overcome in her life.
Even the ones she never has.
I have loved her for almost two years, as I am sure that she has me.
Yet something tells me that love on her part may soon end, and there is not a gaddamned thing that I or anyone could ever hope to do to sway it.
In fact, I don't believe that the powerful hand of God could even move that mountain.
Yet I still have hope.
I still have the hope that she will come here, or I will go there.
Hope that she can hang on to the last vestige of love she has for me in her heart, allowing me and herself a fresh start at trying to begin a life together.
Hope that even if she decides being apart is more painful with no hope of ever knowing how long the distance between us will last, she will do so and still retain some sort of memory of me that says that I tried.
Hope that if we stay apart, the healing can finally begin.
I know none of this makes any sense to you, but I had no choice but to get this out of my system.
It is my scream.
It is the last thing I think of before allowing sleep to take me.
It is the first thing I think of before befalling my dreary existence without her here beside me during the day.
God, I wish things were easier.
I wish that decisions I made in my youth didn't affect me the way they do now.
Perhaps the arrogance of my youth is now teaching me a lesson that I will never forget.
Perhaps it is robbing me of the one person I want in my life to ensure I never forget.
Perhaps I will never know.
-Ant