An Empty Win

My life is full of them. Situations where I have worked harder than I ever thought I would to get something I truly wanted, but really the want of it was a much more satisfying feeling than actually obtaining the object of my desire.

Christmas Day and my Dad has effectively bought my love for another year.

Was it ever love to begin with?

Will it ever be?

I am unsure that what I give to others can even be classified as love anymore.

I feel I won the battle, but the fight was what I was in it for, not the enemy's white flag.

An empty win.