Which poses the question: Was something so easily taken, really ever meant for me at all?
With every incident, I feel like I lose a little more of my faith in the L word. It's not completely gone...but it's hanging on by a flimsy thread.
For once, I'd like something that's free. Unwavering. Unconditional. Something that's just for me.
Something that's permanent.
Something that I don't have to fight for...
Because I'm so tired of fighting.
And I don't have any fight left.