I can hardly bare to look back upon the thoughts of yesteryear. The sorrows I feel so strongly when I’m trying not to think of you. I am content with my lot at this point. I have so much more to learn about myself, life, the eternity of nothingness that stretches out before us all. Like Eve, I am trying to pick up the pieces of my own life. I will shut myself off from the world to take the breathing time in which to catch the heated breath that blows inside my head every time I think of every moment I spent with you. Our paths that we made together are too beautiful to be forgotten. I believe in those feelings so strongly. Silly, conceited bitch that I am, I thought you would follow me to the ends of the earth even though you were never there when I turned to check if you were following. I still kept looking behind me, searching even harder for what surely must lie ahead, based on my misconceptions of the past.
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