Life is hard. There is no way to sugar coat it. NO one has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend, with the perfect friends and family, with the house with the white picket fence and a pretty little garden.

Just a reality check---NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!

You may come close. If you think your life is perfect, then hooray! But, for the majority of the world, we could spare a couple improvements here and there.

For example, I had this really great relationship going with this one dude. We weren't dating, but you could say we were on the verge of it. Anyways, I wanted it to be more than it already was. I wanted it to be emotional. I wanted to be able to tell him anything and everything and have both of us be comfortable with it. I guess he didn't want that. He just wanted the physical stuff. I wanted that, too, but i NEEDED MORE THAN JUST THAT!

Despite my attempts to get him to talk to me (I sent him texts), he didn't answer. So, I did what any normal, love-stricken girl would do. I told him I was mad because we hardly talked. He had the nerve to get mad at me for telling him this over myspace. I know it wasn't exactly the right way to do this, but he KNEW I hated talking on the phone! HE KNEW!

And that was the end. I don't know if I should say something, or if I should wait for him.

We are all faced with problems that we think should have never happened if we did something different. And, no offense, but that may be right. That is the past; you can't go back and fix what you thought was right then. As Alex and I have already explained to a certain someone, that would completely mess up the future.

I must confess: I am writing this for all the wrong reasons. I am not trying to warn everyone about the cruelties of life. I'm not trying to tell everyone how horrible and dreadful life is. I'm trying to find a bit of closure. I'm trying to find some comfort in making myself fully realize that life is not perfect and fate will intervene, for better or for worse. If two people are meant to be together, then, sooner or later, they will find each other. But, if they aren't, then it is probably best to let them go.

So, maybe he wasn't right for me. In fact, I am 99% sure that he wasn't. This little blip of writing is my way of trying to kill that little part of me that is desperately hanging on to that tiny ounce of hope. The hope that maybe (just maybe!) he will come back.

I don't know about anyone else in this hard world, but I do know about myself. I know that I should let him go. And I know that there are better fish in the sea. But, I also know that I like him. I know that there will always be a place-however miniscule it may be-for him in my heart; just like for every other person I have come to care about as more than just a friend.

So, yeah, life is hard. And, despite what people say, you can't just get over something, or someone, in just a snap. And, sometimes, even though people may not want to hear about it, the best thing to do is just let it out.