Sometimes I feel frustrated, here in this place in my heart. There are few that I can talk to about what I have, what I feel and what is deep in my soul. Most just don’t understand and assign a number of unattractive words to it. Then there are those who do understand, but don’t want to hear it because it gives them pain, a pain caused by something they have not found.
So I am left to put my feelings on the pages of a journal and on the pages of the blog. I am left with my dreams and my time in the shadows with you. My happiness is something that fills me, but one that I can only share with words and dreams. Perhaps it is the way it should be.
Letting it go, as I have been advised to do before, is something that will never happen. How can I let something like this go, when I have been waiting my whole life to find it, to feel it. How could I ever be with another when you are with me in everything that I do. Better to feel this, than walk through this life empty searching for that missing piece. Better to be happy with less than discontent with what some would think as more.
For those who have found what I have found, they will understand what I say. For those who haven’t, I wish with all my heart that you will.