February 2, 2014
I've begun to lose hope that I will ever wake up, but before I die I need assurance.
I need assurance that Christian will continue on with his life and apply to music school once again. I plan to store these diaries in the shared bookshelf and hope he picks them up. Then he will understand that I need him to move on. For once, he has to choose what's best for himself and move on, even if it means moving far away from my final resting place.
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Diaries of A Lost Angel
FantasiaAs he lay there I found myself paying no attention to the star speckled night sky, because I had found my own constellations in the freckles that dotted his cheeks. I did not search for a star shooting across the sky, instead I searched his eyes for...
