Angel of Mercy

You will have the same thing thrown back in your face repeatedly until you realize the lesson, grow from it, and finally move on....
Again I find myself questioning the past. Which I realize is a waste of time, but nonetheless I continue to take apart the pieces of my life and poorly put them back together again. If we stupidly hold out hope that our possible great love can change they never were so great after all. A quick fix will only temporarily cure the ailment. The disease will continue to spread until it's all consuming. The little quirks that once made you laugh now sound like fingernails on a chalkboard.
All I wanted to know all I wanted to feel was your love. But, what I've come to understand is a puzzle. I'm not a mind reader and I don't want to continue holding out hope for someone who seems far from interested in the prospect of being with me. I wonder what is real and what is a daydream.
So we say we will take another chance at this love bug. Question is how do you expect to accomplish this when all you do is laugh out loud to yourself, talk out loud to yourself in hopes that I will make a comment and blast horrible eighties music out of spite. Have you learned nothing?
It seems to me that we would have died regardless of the bumps. There is a point in every relationship where the truth finally comes out. Where the deal breaker questions are asked and answered. This is when the disease finally kills you.
Kate