I squeeze my eyes shut, in a futile attempt to fight off the waves of panic that lick at my face. I begin to think of the boy with shining eyes, the boy that holds my heart ever so gently. I know that he will never break me, he will never hurt me purposely. He has seen the scars that mar my skin and my heart, and he holds them in disregard. He has calmed my raging heart. He saved me from myself and I love him for it, for all that he is and all that he can and will be. He will hold the most precious place in my heart for all of time.
I have come to a somber realization. I finally know what I have to do; I have to leave, for I am not ready to die. I wanted to leave with no strings attached, but I knew that this is impossible. I can not bear to leave the one I love. I must speak to him about where I am headed, and hope that someday soon he will follow me there. I will wait for him until the end of time.
I have come to a somber realization. I finally know what I have to do; I have to leave, for I am not ready to die. I wanted to leave with no strings attached, but I knew that this is impossible. I can not bear to leave the one I love. I must speak to him about where I am headed, and hope that someday soon he will follow me there. I will wait for him until the end of time.