Journal #1
June 27th 1997
He's gone… He left and isn't coming back. It makes my stomach contract, knowing that the memories we once shared are just memories, now. Just memories of two friends hanging out. It makes my stomach contract and my heart hurt, knowing that it took me until he left to realize this. To realize that I can't live without him. He is more than my best friend; he is my brother, my other half… My love. The old nickname sounds cheesy now, that I think about it but I don't care. It's his nickname. It's what reminds me of him. My love… Foolish. I was so foolish to think that I could finally open up, finally trust somebody. Guess this is what happens when I finally find happiness… It's taken away…