Change.

Change: v. to make or become different; transform.

My life has decided to do a whole lot of that over the past month and a half. But I guess that's a part of living... going through transitions that will turn you into the person you're meant to become. Lately I've felt so alone... I've turned to God, but even that doesn't seem to be enough. I'm physically alone here on Earth it seems. I know I have my friends and my family, but there is something missing... him. I've come to accept the fact that he no longer wants to be with me, but I can't accept the fact that I don't know why. I don't know why he can just drop all we had, or why he can be okay without me, when I'm not really okay without him. The feeling comes and goes in waves... like ocean water breaking over my feet, then rushing backwards again, leaving my skin exposed to sunlight and air once again. I don't think there will ever come a time when a part of me won't be waiting for him, always. Waiting for him to miss me. Waiting for him to realize that our story was a beautiful one most people don't have for themselves to tell. And knowing that my heart will always hold him dearly in it, frightens me.


"You've been away too long, but she will choose to believe, and her heart is so strong, it's strong enough, if only it could see, always, always she waits for you, always, always she waits for you, always, everday she waits, instead you walk away." - "Always" (Peter Bradley Adams)