Do people need to have love proven? Do *I*? What IS love? WHY is it so overwhelming, so all consuming? Can't I just fuck who I want when I want? And do everything else in life that way, too?
I always said I wouldn't settle, no matter what. I would find my dream and be blissfully happy. That I wouldn't allow contentment or happiness, that it was total bliss or nothing. Yeah, right.
Now I have a dream that will never be fulfilled-even he has said so. And a choice. To settle. For the rest of my life, possibly. Settle. I fucking hate the word. I fucking hate the option. And I fucking hate him for making me take it.
Laters