These entries are so shallow and factual lately but I don't care. I don't feel like writing.It has been a really crumby past couple of days.
I've just been breaking down a lot, losing it, losing sleep, losing weight.
I've lost a lot of hope and that childish sense of security. I walked my parents to the elevator and began silently sobbing as the elevator doors closed and I walked back to my apartment alone. I just felt empty and I knew that their arms no longer would ever fill me up the way they use to. I stood outside the door looking up begging the tears to flow back from whence they came. I composed myself, I opened the door and he was standing there. "Oh no, what's wrong," he said his face melting warmly at my fragility. He knew, without hesitation or thought, he just knew like instinct. No matter how hard I fought or tried to hide it, he felt it.
I just started to cry again and he held my body close to his. I felt safe and warm again.
He is my security now.
1 comment:
so romantic Emily!i really hope you have a relaxing and lovely weekend to make you feel better. i wish i was going to be around to hang out with you! i loved seeing you on the street but i had no idea you had a blog, silly. glad i found it :)
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