Oct 04, 2008 08:38
I have very little hope. I hope that I'll be okay, that everything will work out for me, that he'll think I'm amazing again. This all feels so high school, but with a twentysomething type of hurt. In high school Kelsey Nagel once told me that maybe people don't have just one soul mate, but multiple soul mates that would "work" at different times in someone's life. I'm not sure what is true about true love, all I know is that I think I still have hope. Hope that one day, somehow, somewhere, someplace love exists for me. I thought (and still think) that I already found my one true love. I don't think he feels the same way anymore, and words can't begin to describe how broken my heart is.
Earlier tonight as I was bawling my eyes out on a rooftop deck in the middle of the North End, Boston's midnight skyline sparkled in the background, a bit brighter than the stars. People were awake, people were alive, and people had hope that in just a few hours, the sun wold come up and rescue the landscape from nighttime. Right then, things felt different; it was cold, it was really fall, and I was really falling, and I was falling alone. My friend Sheri looked me in the face as I wiped the tears from my eyes, her hand rubbing my back soothingly. She told me something that I know is true--and this might be the only thing I can believe in now.
She said, "Baby, you...you're gonna be ok."