Done

So often, everything about me says it’s done; there is no hope; there is no chance. Every time, one little thing happens and all that changes. I remember I can’t move on, that it isn’t over. Do I want to move on, yes and no…but the thing is, I CAN’T move on. You understand so little about yourself (and I’m not saying I’m much better), that you seem afraid to truly get to know anyone else. Yes, I know we’re close (and I’m closer to you than anybody else), but there is still a wall that you’re afraid to cross. Maybe I’m just being ignorant and I have blinders on so I can’t see all this properly. I don’t know. The only thing I know is I think I love you, but what do I know about love?