Dear

This difficulty...I cannot help but feel as if I have created it. My mind has stayed strong against wondering or believing we were any more then what we were. Yet my heart dreamt far beyond my mind's limitations. It has left me weak and, in a moment of turmoil, I have collapsed. I feel as if I have isolated this condition and kept it from my heart. It has left me dazed and confused, unable to interpret the difference between disappointment and heartache. I try to envision myself moving forward, only the path intersects with that of my hopeful heart. I'm tired and exhausted from thinking of all that should have been, and I beg fate to either fix things right or retire this notion completely. Why did I sorrow at what I have lost? What did I ever even gain to begin with? The foundation was built on unstable ground and I cannot condone that this was your fault, not mine.

Soon after you read this, perhaps, things will no longer remain so unclear. I pray an answer wanders into my soul, straightening the complex created between my heart and mind.

Dearest, it tells me I love you so, but the facts and evidence stand against us both.

Love