I was doing it again.
Pinned on the wall oppsite of me was that picture. You know, that picture that you've had for years, curled up at the edges and smudged beyond repair? The one that really did speak a thousand words and more?
Well I was doing it again. Staring that is. I had been for the better part of an hour now, or maybe it had only been a minute. I couldn't tell anymore.
Today was different somhow. The tears that had taken a permenent residence since that single moment in time just weren't around. The guilt that usually plagued me had dulled to a soft sadness and remorse.
Today was a new day: the begining of the rest of my forever.
Slowly uncurling my body, I wiggled my way out from the covers and took a shaky step toward the wall. Standing in front of the picture, I held the picture in place with one hand, and pulled out the pin with the other. With a last brush of my lips, I put it back in the photo album, and the album into a drawer.
Today was a new day. The begining of the rest of my forever.
But this time I would live.
