I always will.

It's as simple as the picture over <--- there.









It's that simple. Defeat and acknowledgment of it. I have been defeated, and I know it. I've known it for a while now, but once you admit to something, it's real. We can recite our remedies of soothing words in repetitious fashions to neglect just how much hurt we harbor. We recite these pretty little words in repetitious fashions to neglect the pain that we feel. And right now, I feel. I feel a lot of things, but it's been difficult to define them as negative or positive, more like a shade of gray. Somewhere between the black and the white, there I stand, feeling something. Something that I haven't felt before, something mutual, something gray. But at least I'm feeling, right? And at least I'm acknowledging my defeat.

Because it's as simple as the picture up there^. It's that simple... or, I thought it was.