For love of word

I...... I have been stuck on that word for quite some time now.... I

I do not know what to do or to say. I fell in love with the written word. It was my confidant.. my friend.. my lover... my sanity. Bit in a simple lapse of judgment, I proved my honour null. I heard a word and it caught my attention, I never meant for it to go as far as I did. Spending less and less time with you and more with him...

I do not know what to believe. Should I believe what is said or what is not said.

I cannot choose.... no, that is not right. I do not want to... no, I mean I do... it's just that... well, the desire is not there. I refuse, though I know I must, to choose between the lust and the passion, the temporary and the steadfast. I....

I think I am tired of trying... I


I.....