They, trapped in a toxic relationship. She, slowly dying because of him. He, slowly dying because of himself. They, who love each other. She, who thought she could still fight. He, who knew the best he could do was to walk away. They, who are not together anymore. She, who saved him from himself. He, who saved her from himself.

It’s cold and it’s dark by now. The day has gone so fast, going to all those places, meeting all those people and now I’m here. He’s led me here. It’s time now, after all I’ve done, it’s time to see him. And everything started with a post-it.

June 20, 2009 Is love even real? Is life truly compared to fantasies? Are first lovers the lovers to the end, your one and only true love? Why do people believe in such things? Why do people think just because they went through a series of events with someone, it somehow represents their eternal love? People think they know it all... They really don't. I was one of those people. But, after all that happened, whatever that was, an experience, a dream, a nightmare perhaps? Up until this day, I still don't know. It baffles me. Love, life, everything by far baffles me... I'm so lost, so confused, needless to point out, I'm completely and utterly helpless...