tears
ya know josh, every time i read this, i take something different out of it.
Since a real man doesn't cry, I turned my head to the side. Choking back the lump in my throat and refusing to let my eyes tear up...I took a deep breath.
"Every chance I get".
i keep telling myself to be thankful for what i have, even though sometimes it feels like that's not much. i'm so in love with this person, who i thought loved me too, and now its like he looks right through me, just like the one before him, and the one before him... its so hard to love someone that much and have them just push you aside all the time. sometimes i have to go back and read all the things you wrote, and i'm so jealous of what melissa had... i'm so jealous that there's love like that out there in the world, and it feels like i just give and give until i can't give anymore and feels like i'm not getting anything back. and i know if you were here you'd probably tell me to just be grateful that i even have someone in my life who is as good to me as he is, and i know that i'm fortunate for him to still be here, when melissa only has your memory to cling to. so i'm ashamed of myself for wanting more, but at the same time, i wish to God that i have what you had with her.... to know what it felt like to be loved that much, even just for one day.
its strange, how we find one person in life who changes everything for us. The way we live, the way we see the world. I really believe you found that person when you found her. I can't imagine what it must be like to have that person beside you, and then one day, to not have them there anymore. What it must be like to wake up in the middle of the night, and they are not there beside you. Even though these days he sleeps with his back to me, he is still there.
I haven't been able to write lately. I've tried, but my thoughts are so scattered these days that i dont really even know WHAT i'm feeling. i feel like my life is missing something, but i dont know what. I went back and read this piece again today, looking for the answers that i'm always looking for, and if nothing else, i took some strength out of it. And i have to admit, i cried. A lot. I dont know what it is that keeps me coming back here. Usually i dont even have to go back and read it, i practically know the whole thing word for word; but today, sitting here alone in my room, reading the words that you once wrote, emotion overtook me. I got to thinking about all these issues i have in my life. And i wish i could sign onto AIM and you would give me some of your good advice. but that cant be.
i just want to say thanks... for writing this once upon a time. it still gives me hope, strength, and wisdom. And it reminds me that love is still the most important thing we can have. Even if you just keep giving it and giving it....