• Oh, how I never imagined something so torturous.

    Never in my wildest dreams did I think something so insignificant could cause so much pain. Ah, but what a fool I was. It is the very thing that gives me life, that keeps working in spite of my wishes for it to freeze or turn to stone. That is what I must project: a facade of stone, as emotionally barren as a statue. I cannot--no, will not care. How I wish we would speak to one another. But it cannot be. In order for me to heal, we must not acknowledge our friendship. Do not fear, for if you ever truly need me, I shall be here. I'll always be here. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping. Until that day I hear you say you need me, farewell, my dearest friend. Farewell.



    Rayne
    February 6, 2009
    5:28 PM