Man is indeed the plaything of the gods. But I tell myself that I can go beyond that and make my own realities. Love is all powerful. It may not be enough for some people, but at the end of the day, it all boils down to who your heart aches for. I keep my sanity in a bottle so I would be able to sort the alternatives carefully and rationally. I do love him. And he does love me. I believe that this love is great enough to transcend all obstacles. M is not the answer to one's problems. Given the situation, his obligation is toward the gift that is forming. Not its bearer. I pray that he is able to think more prudently on this matter, because nobody really has to get hurt. There is way that will be satisfactory for everyone involved. Every night, I call out to the heavens for God to bless us all with happiness. It is not too far, if only he can see it.

It is not a battle. Neither is it a struggle. It is an acceptance of reality with one's head high. And it does not have to hurt.