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August 15, 2011
This was the look of a man in the deepest of pain--eyes shut tight, that hard and painful gulp that chokes him as it goes down. This is a man who has shut out his last glimpse of hope and is surrendering himself to harsh, grim reality.

I have destroyed men before. I have broken them without warning, without the smallest hint of attack. But this is a thing I have never done. This is an ache I don't know how to handle. This is too much my fault, too much my anguish.

What do I do?