Why do I do this to myself?
Why not let old memories lie?
Because she was the one that knew me; through my darkest times.
The name that consistently had popped up in my thoughts.
She bears the name I have whispered for fear forgetting her.
Out of all the things I have forgotten. She was the constant. Call me crazy. Call immature... But it has been years. I can't just let go of the past.
I hope she contacts me.
It would be good to speak again.
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Legacy of Rockeny Rominov
I don't know why your reading this but I don't give a damn read it if you want.Do I look like I care? Huh! Just read the damn journal.
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