I am still capable of feeling real emotions.
I'm not ready to express them fully yet. I can feel how far away from that I am, and I know how alone I will between here and there, but I know one more thing:
I'm going to make it because I'm learning how to be honest with myself.
Kind of a cheesy thing to write, no? The pride in that first paragraph, the loneliness in the second, and the optimism in the third - almost like a 3 act melodrama with a hopeful conclusion.
How have things gone? To tell that story I would have to start by telling you about Jess.
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