I feel like... if I ever get the slightest bit happy, I'm betraying you. How could it be possible for me to feel any sort of happiness while we're not together??? Reality is telling me to move on, but my heart won't let me pull away. At this point, there isn't a side that I should or shouldn't go with - at this point, it's just a battle of endurance, of which one will eventually weaken first. Will reality win, break me down, and force me to finally rise above my feelings for you? Or will my heart win, and allow me to fall with relief back into your arms, whether they want me or not?