I'm sitting at our table, in my seat looking over to where she used to sit. Its quite in here now. No more sounds of her. No more sweet smells from her perfume, not even the hint of her presence is here. But I'm looking into our old photo album now, pictures of us during our time together. I look now and I see she had a beautiful smile. Like a sunrise over an ocean making the waters turn red and glow with the eerie light it cast. Just reading her journal makes me wonder what I did wrong. Could it have been who I was with? Who my friends were? Where I hung out? Just reading her journal is like tapping into her mind. Such a woman who loved meβ¦ I wish I could tell her how much she means to me. Or to tell her that I'm sorry. Shit even when I look into her journal and read some of the later pages I see that I could have been wrong about the whole thingβ¦. Was I wrong?
"We have moved in together! We bought our own apartment and we have begun to be a full couple now. I love him. Each day he sends me flowers calls me up and everything. The works. Making sure I'm all right and I'm okay. Its kind of odd though. But I like it. it makes me feel needed and pampered. I just wish that he would lay down about it. sometimes he seems like he is over protective I think. But oh well. The place is wonderful. We have a skyline view of the city. Its close to our works. And its huge. Fire place, in home washer, and everything. Its ours that's what I have to say. Its his and mine. OURS.