Aug 30, 2015
I wrote this about you but I doubt you'll realize it.
I don’t know how to describe how I’m feeling right now. I’m in never ending despair. It’s like there’s a piece of me missing. And I know what that piece is, it’s you. But you also have a piece missing, and it just so happens that I’m not that piece. You fit me perfectly, but no matter which way I turn or flip or twist, I can never manage to fill that gap in you. I’m never enough. I’m either too much or too little. You may be soulmate, but I am not yours. And that is the most catastrophic realization I have ever had.