I wanted to see you because my heart was broken. I am like a small child, lost and oh so confused. There was a time not too long ago when I believed in your love so much I thought that nothing and no one could ever take it from me. And now that I am left without it and you I don't know what to do. I just want to know what happened, how we got to this point. But you are not talking, and I don't know how to change that. I don't know how to find out. What. Happened.
Monday, 9 March 2015
I am beginning to come to terms with the fact that I can no longer talk to you. All this time since we last spoke I feel the brokenness of my heart without having really mourned the loss of you. Not that you have passed away but perhaps your living hurts worse. I still check for signs of you via social media and my email, but there is none. I almost wish I could send you a message in a bottle saying, "Please, I am still here. I am still waiting. Forgive me of whatever you think I did. Come home."