Captains log: giving up

I wrote us a song.
You weren't singing along.
But I hope you'll be missing me, too.
I held on too long.
I did everything wrong.
But I hope you'll be missing me
like I will miss you.

This is my last post where I will in any way be semi-bummed about past crush X. Truthfully, after saying that I will be giving up my pursuit of him, it isn't until just now that I've come to realize how drastically fruitless my efforts have been. So this is it, these typed letters out in cyberspace are my white flag of surrender. There is, after all, only so much a girl can take. & I think I might be too wonderful to waste my time with someone who could care less. In fact, I've come to the conclusion that some people are just meant to be alone. Maybe not forever, but in my case, I have to hold out for something greater than a 2 month relationship, or a current fling, or feelings for a string of wrong someone's. I owe it to myself to wait, wait longer than I've already been waiting, and keep holding out for someone who I know is ready and willing to be my someone. A lover who won't leave, the "you complete me", the missing piece, the can't-eat-can't-sleep-reach for the stars-over the fence-world series kind of thing. The Patty Mayonaise to my Doug Funny. I've been waiting almost 20 years, I can wait a little longer.