They say there’s a difference between having fun and being happy. That feeling sorry for someone isn’t the same as loving them. That being dead doesn’t mean you truly lived.
And maybe that’s just it.
I keep hoping that the unhappiness will go, that I will let go of those I don’t love, and learn what it means to truly be alive.
But I’m coming up short.
Because I know how to live that way. I just can’t live that way with you.
So I keep doing the same things, circling the same route, a thousand times over, even though I know there’s no beginning and no end for us.