forty-two

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Today was one of those days where the wind blew hard and the sky cried a lot. Of course, I didn't hesitate to match the weather.

I wonder if I'll ever see a day when I won't cry when I think of Becks. I don't want to cry every time - I want to remember Becks because of the memories that we shared - but at the moment I can't seem to help it.

As Farlan so eloquently put it: I will never escape this eternal hell.

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