I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was - my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.

It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside...

Love is for fools, Christian.

There's nothing like rejection to make you do an inventory of yourself.