I want to connect with a person in a meaningful way. Yet the older I become, the more I wonder if my feelings are ever meant to be understood.
Everything that is beautiful is transient. That is why passions burn long and nearly forever. I cannot disregard the beautiful, but seek that which speaks to my passions.
I want to see where this leads. My feelings are irrelevant. I will not become invested when only I will become invested.
I’m lonely and hurting. My friends say “my time will come.” I disengage at the inference of romantic inclinations.
I am tired of trying.