Story of My Life

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't

These lyrics have run their course through my head more than a few times over the last two decades. They always sting. They always hurt. They always make me cry.

 

I love. I love so much sometimes it becomes detrimental to my well-being. I am loved back, but not the same. Sometimes I am just tolerated. And I know it. And it hurts.

So for now I am just going to allow myself to be hurt. Because I know I am loved, but not really liked, by some of the people that mean the most to me in the world. And that sucks.