Hooked

Like Gatsby waiting for his sweet Daisy to return, I shine my green beacon out across the water

But we all know how their story ends. His glimmer of hope extinguished with a startling crash

This person I pine for has assured me there is no chance, but I feel like I have something to prove

I've carried this torch up mountains, down into valleys, across the web and everywhere in between

But I'm finally ready to put it down. It's just not going to happen. It's a misguided ambition because

When it comes down to it, I was just a girl who loved a boy. Now I'm becoming a woman who can't

Get over a man she doesn't even know. Hooked on an idea, as always. But I think it's time to snap

Back to reality. Turn off the light. I'm not afraid of the dark anymore. I think I can learn to be alone.

Half a lifetime of hopeless dreams have finally come to an end. Farewell. I won't look for you again.

I call this prosetry and I'm aware that it sucks. (Stop trying to make prosetry happen. It's NOT going to happen). 

Where the hell is that solar plexus hug girl from last night? Riley was her name. Could use another one of those. Just saying. She asked me if money were no object what would I do? I didn't have a good answer, so I said see the world. I really do want to do that. But if you ask Hippie Jesus, you can just hang out in Houston and the world will come to you. After really thinking about the question, I came up with something else. I'd go home. Unfortunately, that's not really a place as much as a feeling. Life's hard, y'all. You want it to be like this perfect story that all falls into place one magical day but it just doesn't work like that. You can't make someone love you or even like you. There's no point seeking friendship or anything else that isn't freely given. Then again, if you never try, you'll never know. Now I know. And I can try something else. Back to square one as they say, but it's going to be okay.