My Heart.

My heart is shattering as we speak.
I hate this feeling.
I hate the part where we are staring into eachothers eyes, knowing that this would be our last look. So we try to take everything in that we possibly can as fast as we can.
I hate the part where our fingers touch for the very last time.
I hate the part where I watch you slowly disappear as we drive down the road back to our house.
Tears streaming down my face and tiny sobbs escape my lips.
They dont haer me, nor see me cry.
But I know you do, you wiped those tiny tears away with your thumb.
I left you a piece of me back there.
Its called
My Heart.1

2

This is 100% true stuff right here. It happened lastnight.
Gosh, i miss him.
I'm leaving for a week. And yeah, you might think "Really, all of this for being gone a week? Seriously?!"
Yeah...just because it's only a week, doesn't make it any easier to be away from him. Thats just how it is.
Blah, im a mess.
Well, im heading off to church hopefully I will see Adam afterwards before I leave.
Gah, im leaving at 3.
Then im getting home next Sunday. A week, haha.
Buh-bye!

Add your comment

    : Comment:

Recent Journals

  • Today...
    was just like any other day. Things were great and then there were some not so great things that happened. What can you do? It's life, right? I'm very tired and sore. We had little kids over and I played 'baseball' with one of them and soccer with the other. There were more than two but Adam occupied the rest. We
    on Jun 10 10:13 PM, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
  • I Dont Undertand.
    Why cant I write anything anymore? It's like there is something that is blocking my thought process, I dont like it. I love to write and to inspire people but as of late I have been very bleh about writing. I will start something and then stop and never come back to it again. Maybe come back to it like 2 months later
    on May 2 8:45 PM, In A moment.  100 words. → Make first comment?