A standing ovation?

How long has it been? A week? Two? Or has it been longer than the days I've been counting down.

I never wanted to do this. I never wanted it to be this way. I never wanted to go this far. I never wanted to cry.

Alas, life isn't very kind. It is kind, though in a cruel way. Not everything we want, we can get.

Don't you see? I'm pushing you away. But nothing, do I want more, than to have you close, to be in my arms.

No, I cannot have that.

Nothing but a weak whisper, I call out for you.

You don't want me.

You don't need me.

And you're pushing me away.

Congratulations boy, you won.