If it was meant to be, then why is it so difficult? Why am I always asked for the extra effort to hold your end?
I fear that God has a grudge against us. The angels are casting their bets. They look down and laugh. They laugh at me. That stupid girl.
I thought "at least we have love."
But what is love when even that proves not strong enough to last?
It's an empty promise.
But my world without you is an empty life. At least now I have hope. A false sense of it but hope to say the least. Built upon the lies you routinely feed me. The lies I willingly accept.

Ignorance is bliss, after all.