another painstakingly slow stab in the heart.

and so another day ends. why is it always the anticipation that confounds my mind. nothing is in absolutes, nothing is certain. but just knowing and trusting that instinct does the job just as well. sometimes, i just want to lift my mind and think beyond love and wonder that i'd be able to live with a compromise. something that doesn't involve a passionate fight, but a quiet acquiescence. but would i be able to live with that. what if that was the best i could get. life and it's trials, when will the hurt end?