Everybody's Got a Hellbound Heart...

I can still smell the perfume of a woman I care for very much. Not the one I mentioned in an earlier post but a woman I got involved with in order to escape the memory of the first one. Bad mistake that.

Not that the woman in question isn't a good person. She is. It would be a lot easier for my sake to pretend she isn't but she is.

And yet...it's become obvious that she doesn't care for me as much as I care for her. And there is no way I can reasonably hope to change that.

I'll miss the good times I had with her, of course. But in the long run, it is better for both our sakes that I stop expecting feelings from her that she'll never deliver...