The Neverending Kiss

Going Down

The days blurred by in complete bliss. At every turn I found myself remembering who I was, not who people wanted to be. I always tried so hard to impress others that I had forgotten that I was a person as well. That I didn't have to pretend with Rachel. It was funny, I never thought that one person could change my life but this girl was doing exactly that. Every minute I learned more about myself, something I hadn't even attempted in almost two years. Rachel was away and it was about 5:00 in the morning. I didn't want to wake her up by texting her and I wandered slowly over my computer. I booted it up and took a glance around my room, and my eyes lit up when I saw something. I walked over towards my closet and picked up the folded piece of paper . I opened it slowly and was surprised at what I saw. It was a few lines of notes, consisting of simple "heys" and it was old too. The handwriting seemed..familiar. Then I realized something. This was a note I had passed to Rachel almost forever ago. I had been to upset to talk and I smiled inwardly. Sadness seemed almost non-existent within the last week. I put it on my nightstand and wandered back to my computer. The browser was still open to a piece of text, something that someone I knew wrote. It was painful to read, but it was the only connection I had to him, to the only guy I knew that had saved me from myself. Tears rolled down my face and along my neck. They slowly fell on my keyboard as I remembered the night I lost contact with the famous Dani