Perfect world.

It seems to me that without a doubt I'm was torn between a rock and a hard place. I am currently in love with an individual who has boundless devotion to someone else, and another individual who would never see me in that light if I were the last man standing. The universe isn't unfair, it just doesn't like me in particular. The fact that I never end up with the individuals I am interested is okay as long as I know that one day, all this waiting will lead me to the right person. Right now however, I do not see that happening anytime soon. I don't really know what I feel about anything anymore. Maybe I never did love Cynthia. Maybe I loved her more than I could imagine. But either way it doesn't seem like that matters anymore. I will have to forget about everything and more. I will have to run to my hearts content because it hasn't been used for any other purpose anyways. I do not feel the blood flow through my veins anymore because it is frozen in a casket of my own sorrow. By this time tomorrow I will have forgotten their names, their existence, and how much they mean to me. If that were a perfect world that is.