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Sunday, February 14, 2010 !@#$% 11:50 PM
I thought I’d be used to the cold by now. Happiness, once within me…dies. Now, the empty space only allows the cold in. The cold rises. I sleep, to dream of when he “loved me” eyes wide open. I’m still here. I realize. again. Time. I would let go. The only thing that is stopping me is my heart. Restless. It still loves. Because our promises were to never stop loving each other. …he never kept his. |