[Forewarning: This entry is kind sad and depressing and a tiny bit emo, if you're already depressed or feeling emo/suicidal, or in a really good mood, don't read it. In fact, just don't read it at all.]
Have you ever wanted something that you know you will never get, come or have?
You sit there and no matter how long you sit there wanting, dreaming and wishing for it, it won't come.
You know it won't. And still you wait. And Wish. And Dream.
Something that you once had, something good and something that made you happy. Of something you heard of, making you want it. Something there. Wanting someone, wanting them the way they used to be, the way they used to act and the way they treated you. Believing that deep down, they are still there. Believing they will come back. But even deeper down, you know they won't.
This is not something you can make happen. You can't make a person into something that they're not. Maybe before, but now it's too late. You don't know how to get them back. To even reach them.
Physically, they're there. Right in front of you. Talking, laughing. But they're not. It's not them. It's a horrible replacement who killed the real them.
No matter how much your heart aches for it, it's still not coming. It's too far gone. Too late.
