Bittersweet

The man I love is with someone else.

Of course, I think that I am the better match for him – but such things are complicated.

I think it is quite common that people in love who cannot be with their One feel similarly.

I go from panic to just giving up and grinning at myself, the situation – and then capitalizing upon my own experiences in maturity.

Her personality is the type to eventually wreck him. It has no real, solid substance of its own and is dependent – thus prone to be manipulative.

I am sure I have my own flaws and weaknesses, but I am solid as a rock where everything counts.

I guess comparisons in situations as this are difficult to avoid.

However, to divert myself from being terribly upset about this, I just looked at myself in the mirror, made a choice – and started laughing ruefully at the whole set up.