I have never seen myself as weak. I always thought I was a strong girl. I filled my thought's with how it would be to be on top of the world, to be in control of everythintg I saw. Not in a dominating, world-conquering way, just…having control over myself.

Instead, I've…lost my childhood. Not in a terrible, lost-my-innocence way, but I know I've…frittered it away. I've spent all my tie wishng he would come back, and where has it got me? I've neglected everything else I once held dear, just wishing that maybe, he'll make good on his promise.

Five minutes? It's been ten years. Ten years.

It's just not healhy, to spend all that time wishing for one thing. At least, that's what the psychiatrists tell me. And Aunt Sharon. Rory. All my teachers.

I don't have anyone to turn to. The only person I would turn to…will he ever come back?