All I know how to do is chase. I chase while the people being chased sit back and watch the show. They watch me make a fool of myself, they watch me try until I can’t anymore. They watch me pour my all into the chase, they watch me bend over backwards for them. I’m used to chasing, I chased a dead end for a year. I chased him until I reached the wall, the cul-de-sac. And now I’m doing it again except it’s with someone I already have. I’m chasing what belongs to me. How sad is that? When will I stop chasing? When will I run out of breath? When will I realize that I deserve the world and shouldn’t settle for less.