We have a natural complusion to fill empty spaces. Whether it's in our minds or our hearts. Whether it's right beside us, or so far ahead we can't see. We just want to fill it.

Sometimes, despite our best wishes and intentions, fate wins.

I wonder what I'm doing in a place like this.

it’s not supposed to be perfect, and no one is supposed to understand it. it’s meant to be chaotic, and it’s meant to make you cringe. if you haven’t cried in a while, or felt like shit in even longer, then you’re most likely doing something wrong. this isn’t there for constant perfection, or some cliché happy ending. it’s here to be real, and to keep your heart beating, and to keep you wanting more. there is supposed to be a bright light of hope in your heart, and a black hole of the unknown in your mind. none of this makes sense, but all of it is worth it.

There's more to me than I let everyone see.

You've got a lovely way with words. It must be the way you see the world.