Mending Wounds

In my life, I've never been so confused. When I was sure this was what I wanted, what I needed, I'm not so sure now. I'm not so sure what's what anymore. When I dream of that perfect moment. Those warm exchange of words. Hopeful promises. Moments of absolute bliss now completely dissipated. And now, those same things have replicated themselves in a form quite similar, yet not.

I wish I could just figure this out. The whats and whys. When someone meant the world to me. Still does. Yet, someone else does, too. All because of inopportune times. Awkward situations. Desires long withheld. When one says 'yes'. And you still felt those things. What's there to do? To think about? It was completely plausible. Not farfetched. Not just a hopeless thing. Is this it?

Is this truly it?