But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

Puedes cerrar los ojos a las cosas que no quieres ver, pero no puedes cerrar el corazón a las cosas que no quieres sentir.

Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.