Disappear

I can only continue to hope that things will be better for me. I choose to be happy unlike a person that I love who remains desolate. How can I be so cruel as to leave? But I have to. Otherwise, I will have no future. Reality and fantasy are in extremes. Be still my beating and aching heart. I am so afraid. Will I ever have the chance to find true love? It has been in my grasp but I find it slowly ebbing away.