Please tell me that ...

Oh dear sweetie,
Please do tell that the real reason you want me to stay is to keep me close. And that you don't want me to leave you ever. Despite everything that has happened, I'm still the one that you really want.

That was my wishful thinking when he said what he needed to say. But I know for sure it is what it is. Wishful thinking at it's best. I'd never be the one that he wants. How sad, but true.

Don't you hate it when you know that there is nothing that you can do to change the situation. And don't you even hate it more when before you have the chance to do something, that door closed on you. I mean, really?

So here I am. Done with wishful thinking, laying down on the ground. Hugging the earth close, waiting for that one person who can make me feel the way I did for him again. Waiting for that man with a sense of greater than life to pick me off the ground and sweep me off my feet.

Until then, I'm hugging mother earth and laying low.