3/17/23
Strange.
After all these years and yet i've brought myself back to the place where it all started.
I think it's a good thing you know. I come back to something I knew helped me cope with my reality. I no longer felt the need to be private, I didn't need to hide the way a I felt.
I wish i've done things differently of course, and the past never changes. I wish I just never had brought him his name or his life.
I knew how I felt and I ran with it. I no longer feel the same way I felt when I first met him. I no longer like him like I used to. The crazy thing about all of this is somehow I bring up a past lover that I don't associate myself with no more.
It's funny because there's always an end and a beginning to another story. and this story ended a long time ago.
I ended this story with him a year ago. and I'm glad because I wish him nothing but the best.
but a new chapter to my life was pending when his ended.
-b
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Short StoryPart Two. There's times where we might find ourselves in the deeps of our depression. But I know somewhere deep inside that genuine soul of mines I too can find happiness. And I owe that to myself. Sincerely, Bri.
