It ended but not because you wanted it to, but because it had to. You give and give and nothing is received in return. Give me something you can't give anyone else, something that doesn't have a dollar sign and I'll give you something I have made for no one but you. The way you love someone cannot be replicated. It is unique every time because everytime you give love you give a little more. My life on facebook, in a matter of months it started and in a matter of days it ended. Why? Because not everyone's idea of love, and caring for another is the same. Yet that is what dating is for, to get to know the person and see if you can meet somewhere in the middle. I'd rather be alone than drag something on just to have them there. Then it is no longer a relationship, because to be in one, there must be two. Two lives, two minds, two worlds combined together to make one. I've honestly never felt lower than I feel now. I had never had a boyfriend because I didn't want to feel the pain of breaking up, of ending it. I would rather casually date and let it dwindle on its own if either lost interest. Why deceive and drain the feeling? It ends but somehow you learn to cope and learn to move on. You see it as a lesson, not a punishment. You cry, you die a little inside but you move on. If we were made to outlive those we love, then everything else is easy to let go. Feelings have no logic and they are rather fleeting yet sometimes they manage to live on and love long after the point where we expect them to dwindle. I'm still in that stage where I cry and I wonder "Why?" and tell myself maybe I wasn't good enough. But I am and I always will be good enough because I know that no one will ever come close to being anything like me. I hope that what they say is true, it only takes half the time you were with them to forget them. I'll count down the days and live my life because someone out there will see that it is a privilege to be with me.
