Dear Diary
Things are both better and worse.
Worse because I almost did loose my love. I cut myself, some weeks ago, and had I not confessed to him, he would have told me to not return.
But I did confess, and I was not told to not return.
They are better because.. I feel free. I still live with fear, but I live. With love. He is not gone, and neither am I. He seems steadily happier. Stressed, but happier now.
There is no ice anymore, there is solid ground, and ground doesn't break. There are no earthquakes, but there is rain.
Rain makes me sad, but it keeps me alive too. It nurishes the life in the ground and above it. It makes sure that ground does not dehydrate and crack.
It gives me hope.
In a list
Write whatever you want.. but write me something?
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Dear MJ,
This is beautifully written,but always keep in mind that you are and always will be loved by those who know your heart and soul.
Tom
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Thank you dear
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Nice to hear from you Mj.
Good to hear that things are working out for you
As usual I love to read whatever comes from your pen.
I love the three last lines
But do me a favor, will you?
Cling on to that hope, Mj, don't you dare to let it go
Hope to hear from you soon
You friend
Anders
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Heh, I miss you too..
And I'll try to write some more.. soon-ish. *hugs*
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