07/17/2011

Soon, I’ll be working my new job in Panama City.

I’m nervous about it. Hopefully I’ll do good.

The woman I love has changed so much over the years that I’ve been away. She is damaged beyond repair. Irrevocably damaged.

I’ll always love her. I’ll always be there for her. I’d die for her.

She will probably never be able to love again. Not that she ever would have loved me anyways. I will never have her love.

But I will still burn for her. No regrets. Only sadness that someone so beautiful can sit there and suffer openly.