Dear, Love
The truth is my accomplishments are accompanied by the bittersweet feeling of us and they forever will be. The closer I get to achieving my goals, the less I see you in my life.
The more evident your void becomes, the more I search to fill the emptiness and as the search to fill the void goes on, the more impossible it is to fulfill.
I understand that it is what it is. But, will I be happy to have succeeded and feel accomplished minus the void, or will I be empty when it is all said and done and continue the search to fill it?
No body knows what the future holds they say. I am certain of one thing that the future will never hold for me; us. Because I rather live in the search and linger in the bittersweetness forever then ever be humiliated, hurt and belittled by you.
You'll never know the exquisite pain that lingers, without the bitter the sweet isn't the same.
Forever Bittersweet,
Me.
PS
What a cruel thing to pretend.
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