It’s been years, it’s been forever, but I still remember and have the nightmares. I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I know it was all my selfishness that led to it. I hurt her, why? Did I even think about it or care at the time? I think I may have killed the girl in this picture, at least inside. She never did seem to be quite the same after.
She didn’t deserve the awful things that happened to her before. She didn’t deserve to have the awful thing that was me happen to her later.
I never deserved for her to love me like she did.
I pray that she’s happy now and never has to think of me again. But I know I’ll never forget her.Share Your Thoughts 
It is in my wallet. Every time I open my wallet I see her, then I cannot hear the ambient noise, nor do I sense the outside world, it all just… stops. Someone has to push me or yell at me to snap me out of it. This used to embarass me.
She died August 21, 2003. Everyone loved her, but I wanted nothing in return save that she believed, no, understood how desperatly I loved, and valued her. Never will I know if she did. Now I have forgotten how to love romantically, and am no good to anyone. She was vibrant and full of life and love for all. She was Good. Me for her if I could. She should be here instead of me.
Tags: death, loss, love
I took this picture waiting for my dad to get released from the hospital. I was sad and scared and hopeful. I am still sad and scared and hopeful. I fear the future and what I’ll have to do to cope with my parent’s failing health. I fear my own lack of strength to deal with losing two of the most important people in my life. And I pray for the ability to do right by them.
Tags: fear, health, hospital, parents, picture, strength, view