Time is not on my side
It has been months. I still miss everything about her. It really bums me out that she's out there dating someone else. I wanted it to be her. I wanted to marry this girl like I wanted my next breath. I just don't want to be the old man you see in the movies who hasn't found anyone he loves more than the girl he met when he was 16. I dare say I've never loved anyone or anything as purely as I loved her. Ah hell, I still do. She was a 1 percenter, once in a lifetime. I don't know how to proceed or even if I really want to. If I had faith, some belief in god, some concept of fate. All my friends who do, know for certain that this great guy will no doubt find an equally amazing woman. I hope so, but my cynicism begs to differ. I have bizarre evil thoughts of getting my training certificate and moving to Wichita, because I just can't quit on this. I'm trying to move on, but every fiber in my being screams that this is true love, you don't give up on true love.