As i sit here, in my dark room, i was inspired to write my first blog post from all the emotions bloating within me. I've been ignoring certain thoughts for awhile now, well aware i'll be nothing but upset recalling those memories. But tonight, i reached for the box i've tried to bury ever so deeply in my mind, one that's best left unopened. My Pandora's box.
I don't know whether i'm deliberately torturing myself, but i do know i made matters worse by listening to songs that reminded me of him. "My Weakness" by Kris Allen especially. When it played, tears cascaded down my cheeks endlessly. A lump welled up in my throat, my chest constricted from the burden of flashing memories. The pain almost felt.. addictive.
Broken words lead to broken hopes.
I wished to see him again at every chance i had.
11:11's, fallen eye lashes, birthday, wishing wells and prayers.
After all that hope, i came to learn that half a year of wishing is not enough to make it come true.
He left me disappointed.
so here's another lesson in life: people come and go. so move on, because the world still revolves without you.
