Hindsight

I think the worst part is knowing that it could have all been over 2 years ago, when I was stronger and my head was more clear. I could have stuck to my guns and avoided heartache on both sides. Maybe then we'd have a chance now. I don't understand how "college sweethearts" stay together. I don't know that two people can grow perfectly in sync together when too many factors get involved. It was the perfect 4-year storm.

People grow. And people move through life. And one day I'll do this or that, or both. I'll meet someone, I'll get married, I'll have babies, I'll grow old, and I'll move on to another life. But will I ever have the strength to open up to someone again? Will I ever be able to start from scratch, not wondering when it'll all go to Hell again? Will I ever be able to close myself off to him so I have a chance to move on?

The perfect storm, and now it's time for clean-up. Where's FEMA when you need them?

I've come to realize that my life is just a cycle of songs. Here's one: