Drunk Jenga

I knew the answer. I knew the only way things could ever work would be if he came to me. I knew it, I knew it. I’ve even said that out loud to other people. But sometimes my heart says something that my head says no to. Actually…that happens a lot.

But now I’m sitting here, surrounded by friends, but still feeling this teensy bit of loneliness that chases my soul. I know that every time I go back, all I do is drive a bigger and bigger wedge between me and him, because who wants a weakling? I wish I had the self control to stop, but I’ve never had self control. I mean, let’s be honest. Balls. This is it. This, right here, is the end.