dear diary… im back at it again

i wouldnt be able to live with myself if somewhere out there i was lucky enough to be with him. if we were to ever separate my life would be destroyed. in conclusion as much i do want him i couldn’t bare the thought of separation between us knowing what it once was like for me to be loved by him. i think it’s best not to know where it could’ve gone, knowing me i would’ve destroyed the rest of myself for him if i ever actually knew what it was like to be with him.