The biggest wish I had this year for Christmas wasn't granted and that was an opportunity at church or another place to run into my old friend Dewey, confront him, and tell him how I feel. I wanted that simple chance even more than a laptop, (which I did get) and it wouldn't have costed anyone a dime unless if someone wanted to buy me a drink or something. I wanted to know if his feelings were mutual. Even if they weren't, then my heart could finally move on.
Of course, I never did get that wish. When I realized that it just wasn't going to happen, I went into a serious mental breakdown, sobbing for hours by the end of Christmas Day. Even today I broke down crying and my anxiety about ever finding love becomes worse. So much worse. It feels like that someone had ripped out my heart, squeezed it, then crushed it... again.
Why did God break up his mother and my father anyway? Was it for me and Dewey to be together or is it for something else? I'm still highly disturbed by this because I felt connected to Lynda and her family, as if we were meant to be together. Like I finally had a mother again. I was so close to obtaining a normal family as well after mom abandoned me at the age of 14. Then by the time I graduated...that too was taken from me and I'm left to suffer feeling like I have nothing to live for.
I don't know where to turn anymore. If being single forever and a college degree is the only thing that God wills me to have then I just don't want to be here anymore. I'd rather die. Being alone is not healthy for me at all and it's killing me as the days pass by. What's left for me here?
I wish.. I could be given a second chance to find love again... in person. Then my heart could finally heal. Even if it doesn't work out then I could at least have the much needed experience to help my other friends in need...