It all started with... Hello

Where do I begin? I've never written before, but now it seems like the right thing to do. He gave me this, this little pink typewriter. It was his grandmother's and he wanted me to have it, so how could I refuse? The answer is I couldn't, it's the sweetest gift I've ever gotten. And I will cherish it until the day I die.

As I press my fingers to the keys, a smile forms on my lips. The soft clicking a reminder of how lively this house use to be. We would throw so many family parties, my sister would come over, and his parents would join us for dinner. This house was never quiet, sometimes it drove me absolutely mad, I craved for a moment of silence... And now that everyone is gone and I'm alone, I'm consumed by silence.

I hate it.

That's one of the reasons I started writing this book. I wanted something to keep my mind off of the loneliness. I needed something to do, I needed a purpose again. Being sad and depressed isn't the answer, I can't change what happened, I can't go back in time and alter the past. In real life you can't rewrite the past to change the future, that just isn't possible.

Never again will I be a wife, I'll never love someone as much as I loved him. I'll never have a child or a family of my own. I won't get back my perfect life with my perfect husband. No one will ever amount to him, no man could even come close. Maybe some will try but I'll turn them down. They'll move on and find someone else that can actually love them unconditionally and I'll still be alone.

But thats okay, I don't want anyone else. All I need are my dreams, the pictures that adorn the walls of my house, and this typewriter. Because as long as I have these things the people I love will never really leave me. Their laughs will fill my dreams at night, their faces will always be smiling, and the story of all our shared memories will be written in this book.

And it all started with... Hello