Dear diary,
It's me again.
Today is May 4th, quickly tip toeing to May 5th, and I am writing this in place of sleeping.
When I do sleep, I find myself with him again, but it's always a fantastical echo of him. When I'm awake and writing him on paper, it's the truth.
That's because my hands have memories, just like my mind, and they work together to confess his story.
I've never been in love before, and it's so terribly sore. It feels like an ice pick pinning my heart to a death certificate. A pain that's unbidden, but not unwelcome.
I found love, but I found no peace yet. I can't help but feel I've dammed the world with my affections. Does a love story even belong in these walls? In this world? How I hope it does.
When I do die, I'm sure I'll know that hope is the greatest trick of all. But I've always been easily fooled.
I want so badly to immortalize this piece of perfection I have. I want so badly to run away with him. But how far would we get? What difference would it make?
If all we have is tomorrow, let me dream we'll have more.
It's so cold here, and fire is fire.
I will stay with him.
I will always stay with him.
❆
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The End of Fire and Ice
FanficInspired by the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for...
