Dec 12, 2013
I found his picture. It was hidden in my secret drawer. I couldn't resist the tears that flowed from my eyes and as I sat there crying yet again and yet rejoicing that I hadn't lost everything when Nessa made me throw it all out I realized something. I haven't moved on. I knew this already but I thought I had at least made some progress, however i haven't. I haven't moved on at all. The problem is that he now thinks I hate him. I just know that it's going to be rocky and that maybe things won't work out, but I once told him I wouldn't give up, and I won't. I am gonna tell him the next time I see him. I'm gonna tell him, that I love him.
