I've said all I needed to say tonight. I think.
My strongest opinions dealing with the current state of my life and those in it have been expressed. Both to who needed to hear it and who just care enough to listen to my fruitless rants.

My heart broke, for a friend of mine. He is so dear to me. I am so fortunate to have the life I have -- so free of utter tragedy.

In another situation: I hate biting my tongue. I'm right. I will always be right about this, but no matter stubborn I am about this I will always get torn apart by those doe eyes and that compassionate soul. I'm selfish. I don't want my best friend to leave me. Especially not to chase a love that will only lead to a destructive, miserable life. Can I say that, though?
Absolutely not.

So, where am I?
Alone in a king sized bed, defeated, confined to a small portion so I feel that there's a reason it's only me.

I'm drunk, which is all too common lately.

It's all this magical idea we've been building up, I'm afraid.