June 6th, 2008; 1:55 AM
Current mood:
chill
"I thought I loved him. But he abandoned me.
We were close back then. So close. He used to look forward to seeing me, hearing me, talking to me. He would await my return eagerly. And I his. I loved him then. I opened myself like a flower to him, until we got down so deep that I had to share everything with him. Even the rotten fetid parts. The parts that lay buried deep...I dug them up for him and gave them to him, like a corpse rotting in the sun, I lay my secrets at his feet and awaited his mercy, his forgiveness. But it never came. I had changed forever in his eyes, and he no longer loved me, no longer yearned for me. And now everything has faded like a dream. A distant memory of things lost and one day forgotten. But he loved me then. That is the secret that we share. He knows it. And I know it."
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