We'll start among hypocrites, the melody of our time.
I write for sake of my sanity. Don't like it? Don't read it.
The years have come and gone, yet I'm still standing here.
If you ever read my journal entries, you'd know I can't help but reminisce about when I thought I had better days. I'm not necessarily saying days are bad recently. I'm just saying.. they seem to be lacking.
I think I try so hard to make someone be that most important thing in my life. But the small shard of doubt deep within, with a soft voice, says "There's someone better"
And ofcourse, I think back to when I "knew" I met my someone. He was my world. This isn't a story about the hurt, the s**t he pulled, the cycles of depression. Because the wounds are healed, the forsaking events are forgiven. All I want is the connection again.
I long for a link between us, no matter what our relation is. I can settle with friends. Because I might just put myself back in the same position I fell into two years ago if I dive too deep. The only thing I've wanted for this long is to have a conversation with him again.
I want to be there for him. I want to help him. I want to support him in whatever he chooses to do. Because he has the most intriguing and amazing mind. His personality is a breath of fresh air.
I miss him. Not to the point of hurt. It's an unobtainable goal, only a miracle could forfill my wish.