The end

2004-06-15

I don't know how to end this. I don't think there's anything I can write with my own words that will cover what this diary once meant to me. But everything comes to an end, and I guess when everything else in my life ends as well, I might as well say goodbye to this when I'm at it.

I once had a boyfriend who meant the world to me. This is our story. But I don't think it would be fair to either one of us to continue writing if it's not going to be about us. Our fairytale.

But I think I will end this by the beautiful words of snowdrop114. Because when I read those words on that red sheet of paper, I guess a part of me understood what is true in all of this: There's a reason I stayed as long as I did.

But there's a reason I left as well. I want to remember the reason I stayed.

You remember him
Like you remember snow in september
Falling from the sky
Like pieces of heaven
... but suddenly you know you're not sleeping
And you were faced with the terror
that you see in their eyes
But no one knows it, and no one feels it
like you do
It is indescribable
sweep up the pieces of your broken heart
And these tears that you cry, they are
meant to be
And if you didn't see it coming
... Then you were in love
- snowdrop114

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end." - semisonic

Thank you. I don't think you know how much this has meant to me.

yesterday or tomorrow