"At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be."

I don't have much to say about this quote except for the fact that it goes hand in hand with a situation that I am currently in the middle of in my life. I am at that exact point.

He has pitfalls, a lack of impact. He takes and takes and takes without realizing he's never given anything in return. He's full of excuses about not "being ready" and fighting through a "transition phase," but all it really adds up to is not knowing how to act, not understanding how to interact and communicate, and not being willing to try. He's used my body for six months and refuses to treat me like I'm a friend. He never talks to me when we are supposed to be hanging out together. He just waits for those moments when we're laying beside each other in the bed, drunk or not and unable to sleep. There's no emotion on either end, although there used to be from me until it got to be too much to deal with. The touch he started out with has disappeared--there is no kindness, no affection. 

I'm fine with admitting that I should have listened to my friends when they told me that I was wasting my time, that they don't know why I've stuck around for so long. It's just part of life. I couldn't help what I was feeling, and my actions reflected that helplessness. I was determined to give him time, to be patient. I was determined to get him if I could, and as it is, I can't seem to do that. I will not turn to desperation at this point. So it has taken me six months to see my own follies, but I see them now and that's what's important. I have three to four weeks left here before I have to leave for the summer. I plan to make the most of it while I have the time to do so. I don't know if I'll see him again before I depart, but I know that I will see him again once I return. And maybe after two months apart (regardless of whether or not we converse much over the summer) we will be able to start again in a normal manner--we can start as friends. Maybe we'll be able to build something worth while, something that won't eat at me and won't annoy him. All I really wanted was his friendship, though that seems like it was too much to ask for. We didn't go about anything in the right way and that's okay because I learned something. Hopefully he has learned something too, or maybe it'll hit him while I'm away. I just hope he sees his mistakes someday.