Sitting here thinking about everything...yet nothing at the same time hurts me so. I listen to the air move in and out of the rooms and the music I hear soothes me but hurts me too. Maybe it's too late to let the thoughts that have plagued my mind leave me. But if only I could escape them for a moment I could feel just a bit better...if only for a moment.
I stare at his ring and wonder "How much time do I have left?" I cherish it all, I truly do but I worry that he'll leave like my nightmares say and if he does I think...I think it might be over for me. Because I've loved him like no other and he has saved me this past year and I think without him I would have been dead already. But even as much as I love him and he loves me the wounds given to me by that bastard will never heal...never.
Does this mean I'm forever broken?
