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September 27, 2007
What was once a motivating factor in life has now become a mere presence forever lingering in the sidelines where things rest when one knows that it shall remain forever broken. What motivates my existence now is the one thing that I always thought I could live without, the thing I swore I never truly needed. I pushed it far and wide, laughing every time it went away. Never could I admit to wanting it. Now that Iíve got it how could I ever live without her? Perhaps it would happen in the same manner that I survive without him?