The saddest thing I own is a picture of my ex-boyfriend standing in front of my old Kingdom Hall with his brother and his best friend. He stopped coming to the Hall, we broke up and he’s moved far away now. I don’t love him anymore but the picture still saddens me. And I keep it deeply buried in my parents’ office where it belongs-forgotten about except on rainy days that remind me of his intense and sad eyes. The worst part about it is how much we both changed and drifted apart simultaenously…and how it’s the only thing I have to remember him by. It sometimes haunts me in my sleep and make my stomach ache with nostalgia and resignation.
Tags: ex-boyfriend, photograph
I look at them trying to find some sort of happiness that I know has to be there. Instead all they remind me of is a child who feels hopeless and alone, beaten down and abused. A childhood that no child deserves to have.
Tags: childhood, photos