A Heart is a Terrible Thing to Waste

I've been through some heartbreak recently. It was almost unbearable. At first it seemed like a nightmare come to life.

But as it slowly disappears over the horizon, it's dawning on me that I really had nothing to do with it. The schism that was opened, or, evidently, had been open, was not caused by anything of my intentional doing.

Instead, it seems now that it has to do with a special girl suddenly becoming someone else. Someone I don't think she even intends to be. I hope she eventually does find what she's really looking for. Because I still don't think she really knows what that is. And I hope I'm still there to help her find it.

And yes, I realize how this sounds to an outsider. I'm sure it sounds like I'm jealous. Or still upset about it. But it goes far beyond petty things like that, let me assure you, whoever's reading this.

In conclusion:
Love you, Mandy. In every imaginable way. Even if you don't have those same feelings for me anymore. Hopefully one day you will again. And you'll understand why I still do.