I know it already ended in heartache, but some of us are too stubborn or not smart enough to realize it.
Yet somewhere in our tiny, dinosaur brains we question our motive and reason for hanging on to the idea of a relationship with someone who has little interest in one and is moving forward in their life.
I would like to attribute it to love, but clearly there is more, much more involved than we really admit or understand.
It goes, in my mind, well beyond committment, honor, trust, desire, need, want, and hope.
