Dear Diary,
Am I a fool for greeting you every time I write down my pain even if I am fully aware that it is just a book? No one shall ever read this; that is my intention. It is like venting to me; no, it is venting. I can phrase the pain in my heart, I can manifest the anger that fills me, I can try to clean up the mess in my mind.
And it feels better afterwards.
Today is different. Today you will hear my sorrow and my pain from the past for I feel neither now. You will experience how pain and grief - some of which I had to face rather often - turn into infinite joy, true happiness. If you must know, the only pain at this very moment is the pain of realization.
I believe that there is no greater joy, no truer happiness than the one I have felt today. Now that I have experienced such beauty, I doubt that it will ever happen again. This may not be true for the future shall be written in the stars and I have yet to learn how to read them.
I have been in denial.
I was convinced that denying what seemed to be unacceptable would benefit me; it did not. It made everything even worse. It created the mess in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for Love
Roman d'amourbased on the song "waiting for love" by avicii "For the future shall be written in the stars and I have yet to learn how to read them." The narrator writes about the week that has passed while focusing on the time he spent with his best friend. "Fe...
