DatingJosh

I only wish I were a good writer. Were I a talented writer, I would be able to properly sow the love encapsulated within my heart into this page and have it spring forth, like the most lovely, delicate blossoms, into riotous life and color. Were I a proper wordsmith, I could express the unfathomable loss I fight a brave, hopeless, losing battle with every single day in a manner that would bring solicitous tears to even the most hardened soul.

Sadly, I am not a good writer. I cannot write Kimberly back into my life; I cannot sway her resolve with mere words on a page. So each day I die a bit more inside, trapped between the bleak reality of my present-day life and the ephemeral hope for my future.

Shit, I wish I were Shakespeare.