Just how I have to believe it

No parts of me ever needs a love story. Long ago I have up on fairy tales. Those were for the young dreamers.

Long ago I realized all that I needed was true companionship. Never will I be capable of loving someone like all the rest.

Capable of wanting, desiring but the reality check said I could only be friends.  If even that.

Sure it sounds depressing but I never really want to fall hard again. Once you get burned, buried and overlooked the mind says, ENOUGH!

I realize the happy endings are fictional. My ideals,my dreams are just as so. I can't even begin to imagine I could belong to someone.

Especially after the heartache of loving too much and gaining nothing in return.

Sure I am only the pleasing sights. The scenes of life that happen in joy but only last for short spurts.

The long lasting affects don't come from me. I realize that. It's a hard thing to accept but I have.

To sit here and wonder about the love quotes I have read time and time again. Ah they are just words.  I won't mean that much to anyone.  Closed that door a while back.

Not even sure if someone tried if the door would open. Acceptance.

All these beautiful best friend, love and waiting quotes are magnificent but I know as I like them and hope for them it just isn't for me.

Maybe those who are true believers in such an occasion, yes.

Me I stick with just striving to be happy with making you smile. These days I don't even do that.

Just a stranger in a way. Peeled back a layer for what? Dissection.

Indeed why love that I hope for isn't going to be there for me. I have learned. Lived and accepted.

It is just how it has to be.