This is not meant to be a happy journal. Xanga is that. This is the inner thoughts...the dark thoughts...the sadness.
He's come back into my life once again...to stay? I don't know. I'm scared to give him that oppportunity again to hurt me. I left myself wideopen for it last time. I could not bare the pain again. It's unbelievable...I can not even believe that i'm considering this again...after all that happened. The kiss that i refused to return, the stars, the hands, the everything. but then again...the comfort...the sincere comfort. Priceless moments of everything feeling right for just that second, that minute, and just wanting it to last...just a little bit longer... The kisses were killer... the cheek, the neck...put me into a world i had never seen before...at first it scared me...and then i wanted to be there. I wanted that feeling...that perfect place. But then again..these are probably wasted words...and wasted time. Why would he feel for me as he did before once again? I feel the same toward him...but what's the chance? I do not get that lucky. The chances are slim...the possibilities...slimmer.
I'll be praying hard tonight for God to help me through this once again. Because in the long run...he has this under his control.
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