No Commas...

I always draw the short end of the straw.
Incidentally, the aforementioned is a metaphor at best, yet I can think of no other outcome or event in life to describe my current affiliations with love, or lack there of. It is almost as if every unstoppable force is focusing special attention on making my strive for company insatiable, and I am fed up. I am exasperated by the fact that every time I try to pursue anything involved with relationships or feelings, the notion of unrequited love presents itself.
It seems so trite to form an attraction to someone, contrive manipulations to obtain their attention, and finally capture their thoughts, thus fulfilling the initial motive of attainment. It is often said that the prospect of the 'chase' is the most exhilarating molecule involved in acquiring love, which I deem to be false in its entirety; for once a person consumes the thoughts, actions, and mannerisms of another, the 'chase' is the last thing on one's mind. Failure becomes embedded and doubt forms clouds of uncertainty, forcing the incumbent of sequestered feelings to drift away from former intentions or desires. Obstacles mount, and the final destination seems farther away than ever before. The horizon is only a pleasant place to search for answers if the sun has painted a picture of hope in the sky.
Once again I find myself in the awkward position of developed feelings that cannot be cultivated; I am never on the other side of the spectrum.