I've read too many love stories, sang too many songs, listened to too many lullabies, and fallen too many times. But, I have not been bitten by cynicism. When God knows I should! Somehow; in my sick mind I manage to grasp that thread of hope that still exists, although now under preposterous circumstances.

They've all had their chance with her! Both of them! But I never got mine!

She's married today. Just like me. We both are. I know I'm sick but I wish for both of their deaths. Because of their restricting chain, pulling me back. Or maybe I should praise them? They keep me from heart-break.

Today, marks the day I fall into cynicism.