20th August 2011
Today, he drew me a picture. You can't see it but between those fine lines of pencil stains and sketches, it was there. He drew his love to me. And it was in that moment, i wanted a brighter future. In that future, he would be with me. Such thoughts are dangerous to the soul. It can create craters abd aftermath disasters. Somehow, i am less afraid. I'd rather cherish and love those little memoirs that he has given. So chivalry. So honest. However, my past taunts my deeply wounded soul. I have the gift of doubting but there he stands still and stuck around. He even dealt with it. "I can't handle you but i know i care for you"
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