Someone else. . .

I feel you're not mine. . . those moments that happened, or I thought were meant to happen don't mean anything anymore.. . 

Simply because I feel that they're not meant to be, and you should be somewhere else, with someone else. 

I know you're not mine to keep. . . and though a moment passed where we desired each other, it isn't love, and never will be.

You are someone else's and always will be. . . 

I don't know what I feel about it now, perhaps simply calm, because I know it's a fact that there is no love between us that can last. . . because your love is for someone else, and I have not learned about love. . .

Yes, irrationally I still wish sometimes you were mine, for a moment, a day, a lifetime. . .  but I know you won't, and that the world will go on anyway. . .  and that somewhere, somehow, you are happy with someone else. And in the end, that's what will matter to me.

I am locking up a part of me tonight. . . which I shall open the day I love myself and the day I feel I can have enough love within me to give to someone else. And the day that you are happy in your life. The day I find everything pefect, I shall find the strength to open this part once more and heal it. But for now. . . it's going somewhere that nobody shall follow. I shall be someone nobody will know completely because of this little locked up space.

And I'll be okay. 

And in case you think this entry is for you; don't! Only I know who it is for, and that shall never be revealed.