The End of My Short-Lived Journal
I figure that this should be my last entry ever, since I know that no one wants to read only tragedies. I, myself, do not like to see my foxies with words like "Melancholy" or "Depressed" beside them. This is the hardest time of my life, ever. Yes, truly this is harder than losing Ben. Truly, truly harder. For, who was Ben, after all? I never fully trusted him, but such was not the case with Rahul. In fact, I never trusted anyone (besides Rachel) as much as I trusted Rahul. Nor did I care about anyone as much... I'm not saying we have officially broken up yet, but the time has come, I know. I know and I weep and I will bury his picture with love, not burn it and throw the ashes off a mountain with hate, as I did Ben's. Someday... I'll love again. But not today. Not tomorrow, either. Or the next day. Or the next...
Oh, if only the Lord would prove me wrong and let never have to look for someone else to love! If only He would let me keep the one which has made me happiest!
"How do you run when you have nothing to hide from?"
Tell me if you know...
Oh, if only the Lord would prove me wrong and let never have to look for someone else to love! If only He would let me keep the one which has made me happiest!
"How do you run when you have nothing to hide from?"
Tell me if you know...