the finish line

Loving someone that is out of reach feels like being bound to a tree and trying to run to the end of a race, but never being able to move any further.

You can see the finish line, your happiness. Yet, that rope won't let you move an inch, keeping you from reaching where you're meant to be.

People will tell you that it takes time for these things. Or the right person will come at exactly the right time. Or that you will find someone better, that it's complicated for a reason. Something is holding you back to protect you.

It's too exhausting to tell people, nothing has protected me. My heart is shattered, and I don't think it will ever be fully repaired after this. I am so broken that I don't know how to eat or sleep or breathe without them.

But, saying all that, it just makes people uncomfortable. And they're just trying to help, even if they have no idea what it's like to be in that situation.

To love somebody so incredibly much, only to watch them live without you. To have to live without them because you can't be together.

You feel like your lungs are collapsing in your chest, as you keep running that race, bound, and never moving forward. But, you never lose sight of the finish line.