When I read the articles here, I think of all the people who have been in love, who have been hurt, and the people who have made it work. I read of True Love, and of people cheating on their fiancee. I read of lonely, genuine people, and of pretenders who get more than they need. Then I think about me, and the girl who left me so alone in a far away place. There are so many reasons not to want her, but I do. I think of the lies and wonder if I could trust her.

I wonder if we could even look each other in the eye now? Probably not, and yet she is still the one I dream of at night. I wonder how much longer it will take.

I wonder how things are for her now, and if she is happy. Is this love? Or some madness? Is there even a difference?