I know I should move on, and the opportunity to do so has presented itself to me through someone. So it is here I stand, one foot in the past and one in the present, the future hidden from me. I could easily choose him, and perhaps the future would not look so dark and dreary, so foggy - after all is not one of my greatest needs security?

But no, it's is too much for the wrong reason. I could never give all of myself when most of me is still stuck on him, remembering his words, touch, actions, quirks, the places we went, the things we shared. Funny though, if I died I don't expect him to shed a single tear for me whereas the one I can't return affections to would no doubt be distraught.