it hurts

last book i've read: can't remember the title....
music currently caressing my ears: Feist, rocks my world
general mood: awkward, lonely
quote: "I'm standing with the moon, with nothing left to do, with a lonely view of heaven, but I'd rather be with you." --anonymous

Today was a bad day. Those happen, still, even though I feel like I've moved on. It's just that I have so many questions, there are loose ends in my mind, and I don't know if he's being honest. I think he's hiding something big, and of course I'm stuck in the middle, left wondering, with very little help. I was happy with him, and I'll be happy without him, but that doesn't mean I don't remember or wish for what had been.

I only long to understand. I ask questions, I ponder moments and exchanges, and yet I have no answers, nothing to show for my thoughts but this stain and this damage.

I really don't need another broken heart; I know what I want. I wanted you. Why didn't you want me too?

Unrequited love is a bitch.