Monday, September 24, 2007

The Space

You left. I stayed. We both cried.

Time.

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  1. 8 words. all of it. just 8 words.

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  2. I crier reading this post, it really hurts when this happens.

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  3. I crier reading this post, it really hurts when this happens.

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  4. So true. I know it hurts you too. I'm sorry. I love you.

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  5. It is so unfair of you to communicate it like this.

    I need him too. He's a part of me even though we'll never work. Part of me will die if he dies. But I have a horrible feeling that he's trying lately. I don't even have to be near to sense it. I just know. He marinates in vices and denial, trying to escape the only thing he cares about, his own
    pain. Selfish. I can't love him enough for him to love himself. I can't love him enough for him to see how fucking beautiful of a person he is.
    God I hope he someday can love himself because I need him.

    Wherever you are, you're in my thoughts. I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for.

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