I submit to you that this poem describes what life is. Our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts. If we stay true to them and hold on to them, then they become for us what our life is. Even the attempt to achieve them creates who, and what we are, and what we become.

Dedicated to Stacey, for whom it was written.

I wrote this poem on the day that my best guy friend, who I know I was truly in love with, asked me who the new love of my life was. I suddenly burst into tears and I couldn't even talk to him after that. Eventually, I did and we were best friends again. I told him how I felt, and he claimed he felt the same way.

For awhile we were together and he made me promise if things didn't work out, we would be best friends again. Everybody knows that can never be. When you love somebody so much, you can never go back to the way things used to be, it's just too hard when you have the same feelings of love. Right now we are no longer friends, as I predicted, but I still feel the same exact way. It makes me hate him so much to know how much he hurt me, and that my feelings, after a year still haven't changed.