Winning a battle, losing the war.

I want so badly not to want you, but I do. Except I want you to be thoughtful and sincere and nurturing, which you weren't. Not with me, at least. I want it to be like the best day of our lives always. I really want to know why it wasn't. I will not call, I will not email. Somewhere underneath all of the idealization I know I had to do this. But...

Oh, nevermind. There is only one solution to this problem, and it is Stop Listening to the Kings of Convenience and Start Reading Away Laughing on a Fast Camel.