There will be no white flag above my door.

Feelings suck. Hormones suck. Most of all, being in love when you shouldn't be sucks. I wish I could find a more eloquent way to put this. I can't seem to take control of what's going on. Foolishly I thought that I would find a way to deal with this in a non destructive manner, that was not and still is not the case. I am more than willing to admit that I caused some of the problems and I made the impending doom definite, I made mistakes that should have been bypassed and I thought that I would be strong enough to leave without turning back. I believed that I could leave my world behind. I believed that I could let go, I believed half way through the plane ride, all thoughts would subside. It was like distance just concentrated the assortment of troubles and deeds. What do you do when home is not located in the house you live in, but rather with the one you love?