the saddest thing i own is the memory of my first love. i am trying to live but i will never forget him. i have partied like crazy to try and forget him, but i will never fall in love again. he, on the other hand, has moved on and never called again. i’m not quite sure i will ever find someone’s hand to fit quite as perfectly as his hand and no one will ever make me smile in quite the same way as he did. no one can fill the whole in my heart. not even me. i know i will never see him again so i am closing the door and trying to forget about him. i make believe that he doesn’t exist, but he is always in the back on my mind.
Tags: first, love, memory
Other People's Thoughts
This too shall pass. I realize that it sounds like a cliche, but I said this to someone before and months later that person found his way to be able to move on. I am heartbroken right now as I write, but I have been through allot in life and know that this too shall pass. My boyfriend walked out on me yesterday and that is the first time I had something done to me in that way. It’s pretty hard to deal with it.
— Kat Wednesday May 6, 2009 #
The Saddest Thing I Own is a 2005 commission of New Radio and Performing Arts, Inc., (aka Ether-Ore) for its Turbulence web site. It is supported by the Jerome Foundation in celebration of the Jerome Hill Centennial and in recognition of the valuable contributions of artists to society.