I. My. Me. Mine.

Whenever I feel that I have you closest, another thing seems
to ruin my spirits. Whenever I feel like I can reach you,
something else de-motivates me. When I feel like anything is possible,
when I set my mind to chase after you, another plague of pessimism races toward me
and flaunts the obstacles in my face. When I feel that desperation- the desperation
that screams to me that I'll never be happy unless I have you, I somehow brighten up.
I think: I'll have you. I'll have you, and in doing so, I'll be the happy person I've
always wanted to be but have never been able to achieve due to your abscence in my life.
I'll love you and cherish you, and I'll be thankful for you every single day.

And then... the high ends, and I'm confused once again.
Repeat cycle.