January 9, 2010
"I'm sorry", the words he spoke just keep ringing in my ears. The insistent echo, slowly driving me insane, slowly bringing me closer and closer to the edge, where eventually, if I'm lucky, I will just fall off. The only thing keeping me going is the hope that some day he will take me back, the hope that he realizes that I am the thing that gets him out of bed every morning, the hope that I mean as much to him as he does to me. My other hope, I'm dreaming, but I keep pinching myself and the sweet release of waking up never comes.
