The irony of my life.
It's been almost a year and a half now that I broke up with Daniela. Since that day back in November of 2002, I have struggled and battled and foundered over the constant quandry of finding someone who can even measure up to half of what she was to me. With you, my expectations were surpassed in just about every way. I don't hate you for what happened; rather I look into the vast cistern that is my own life, and I see the same thing you do; tragedy. Jennifer is, was, and will be just a friend of mine. I guess I once again allowed my quixotic personality to turn me further jaded towards an irony at which I so deride. Nope, I didn't fall in love with you. But I saw the potential for something truly spectacular. No use fixating over something that wasn't meant to be, nevertheless; I'll move on. You state that you would still like to see me. I find that difficult to affirm, coming from someone irrefutably asserting to be "in love". I know first-handed that if I were truly in love with another, I would not be smitten to seeing/dating anyone else, for my heart would be completely devoted to said loved individual. Let me know if I am wrong here, 'cause I think you know I'm right. You'll never really completely know what it was I felt for you..