~ Part 7 ~
You’re on a limbo. You keep asking yourself if you did the right thing. If stepping away from her is what you’re suppose to do. You assume that she doesn’t love you anymore. The way she distances herself from you. You believe that she doesn’t care about you anymore. That she doesn’t want to be with you. So you assume that this is the right thing to do.
“Something’s wrong.”
“This doesn’t seem right.”
Your mind is telling you it’s alright, but your heart keeps stopping you from moving forward. “No, it doesn’t seem right”
You turn around. Run back to where you left her. But no one’s there. She isn’t there anymore. She has left, and you feel that crushing weight in your heart. ‘What have I done?’
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Journal: How? (Part 8)
Part 8 journal by Dianne Mae. Staring into space again. it’s been a year and you’re still so hung up with what happened with him. you keep asking yourself what went wrong.
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Journal: Circle (Part 7)
Part 7 journal by Dianne Mae. You’re on a limbo. You keep asking yourself if you did the right thing. If stepping away from her is what you’re suppose to do.
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Journal: Falling (Part 6)
Part 6 journal by Dianne Mae. You see his back, see him walking away. Your heart feels like it’s being crushed to pieces. You can’t seem to keep a hold of your heart. Your brain feels freedom but your heart feels pain.
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Journal: Awakening (Part 5)
Part 5 journal by Dianne Mae. After a while, you get a chance to meet her. The love of your life. The one girl you can’t be without. Before, you’ve never seen the changes. I didn’t even notice the distance she made. Though now that your’e looking, you realize how far she’s been. You realize…
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Journal: Choice (Part 4)
Part 4 journal by Dianne Mae. Years have passed and yet your still with him. Your love for him slowly withering away. You watch him cave in himself. Watch him destroy what you both have. Still, you stay by his side.
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Journal: Tangled Thoughts (Part 3)
Part 3 journal by Dianne Mae. Years passed like a blur. You don’t remember much of it. Don’t remember what you’ve said, what you’ve done. All you remember is the pain. Always the pain.
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