Must it be so?

Why do we always pretend that things are ok, when they clearly aren't?
Or maybe it's just me, ME who likes to pretend that things are ok when they clearly aren't.
And really, it's just because I don't like to face reality sometimes
It's because I don't like to deal with problems that are in my face
i don't like to be confrontational
I would rather wish hard and pray that the problem would go away
Finally, eventually, some day some way, even though it might be faraway.

I don't understand why I always end up feeling this way.
Sad, depressed and lonely
I feel like everything is beyond me
I feel as if it's once again ME against the WORLD.
whenever my weekend with him ends.
When I know I won't see him for another week
I would barely talk to him for another week
It's never enough.
Maybe it's because he's been one of those few people who have yet to disappoint me.

Am I allowed to say that I love him enough yet?