No Choice

Sometimes I don't like watching movies. They always seem to remind me of how miserable my own life is. Of how far behind I am. And when I'm watching Woody Allen and thinking, man, that guy always gets the girl, I clearly am in trouble. So I'm sitting here wishing that I could be so lucky and feeling sorry for myself. As always. There really is no rationale as to why my heart will not give up on this one person. I make a list every day of why we shouldn't be together, why it's better this way, and my heart says no to all of it. None of the logic matters. I hate that I can't reason my way out of this one. I have no choice in the matter. I just have to go wherever my heart tells me to go.