*blows dust off blog*
this is an ongoing story type thing (more like a journal) i am writing on my recent break-up maybe it will help maybe it will hurt. either way, it will be written.
She slept fitfully, aware of what she had done. The greatest person in her life was gone.How could she ever forgive herself. love is sometimes a worse emotion/choice than
hate. driving those who love each other into depression and dislike. How could she have forgotten over the past two years that she and him were friends. They shared a love so deep that living with out him caused her a physical pain, a pressure on her heart that would never go away untill he loved her again.
Who was this woman? She wasn't famous, nor was she particularly beautiful. plain, maybe even interesting looking, but not beautiful. why should a love like this happen between tho plain plain people?
Her name was ashley. It was three months since the break-up of her betrothal, and it was like it happened days ago. people say that it gets better with time, but for her it hasn't. For her every day is like the last. solitary.
posted by things that rhyme with orange @ 9:39 AM
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2 Comments:
He there- I don't know if I can offer any words of consolation, especially when all of creation screams his name to you.This too shall past.
No, I'm not some weirdo, just someone who resonated with what you wrote, being no stranger to loss.
Just ships that pass in the night, as they say.I've always been impressed with your writing style,
Its far beyond your years!
Maybe you can recapture hope by reaching in the past and finding out that even when all hope seemed hell and gone..you did find love once before, and can again.
Hang in there,Ash.
Cheers,JVANA819 (POF)
thank you.
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