Yes, it's true, I still think of you- how can I forget the one who consumed my mind, heart and soul for so long? Years can go by, I can move away, I can even be reborn, yet in my mind you still remain.
Dear diary; All of the good days are nothing compared to the emptiness I feel since she took her away- or more like a piece of me away. And now I think I am getting sick from all of the poison she fed me over the past year- that's all she left.
To this day, I'm still replaying the memories of you and I. You may still be able to steal my thoughts away, each one turning into another piece of poetry.
If I had known that was the last time I saw you, what would I have done differently? Would I have memorized your smile for all those rainy days you wouldn't be here? Would I have held you longer hoping that your warmth would stay with me for just a bit more? Would I have kissed you one more time so that I remember heaven when hell comes next?
Once this darkness is over, we won’t remember how we survived. We won’t even be sure whether the darkness is really over. But one thing is certain- When we climb out of the darkness, and into the light, we won't be the same world that once stood.
People could tell how much you lit up my spirit- they could see it in my eyes, they could see it in my smile. But now that you've gone, these eyes ain't what they used to be. Like a switch, I have taught myself to light them up on command. But deep down, this spirit doesn't shine so bright.
I am just a ghost walking with the wind and it cuts through me like a never-ending blizzard. All I can do now is gather memories of warmer times, of warmer eyes of names that have long since escaped me. When will these winter winds whisk me away? I don't want to feel again.
Some of us are scattered stars without a solar system in the vast and unforgiving cosmos. We may not be part of a constellation or host a planet and its life we could sustain but we still shine as bright as any other star.
There are few who really know me at all. Sure, some will know a few facts about me- they'll try to piece me together in a way that makes sense to them. Sometimes I believe the idea of me that they have created or perhaps I don't know myself at all.
I still taste the gin from her lips and this heart isn't slowing down. How can I sleep when her voice still echoes in my ear? But when I do, I hope I dream of her. Tonight was not long enough.
Oh, I wish I could turn back time and laugh with you again. To laugh and cry, to hold you once again. But now you have your bubbles and me, nothing left at all. Bubble girl, I don't know how to keep you from the winds. Bubble girl, may they one day carry you back into my arms. But for now, goodbye, bubble girl.
I’m sorry that you can't see her face without seeing my face. I hate that you ruined all of our favorite songs- just one note and I am at your mercy. But in the end, I hope this will not destroy me, well, me at least, not because the ending torments me, but because the memories don't. No, quite the opposite.