The memories are still so vivid and yet so far away that the happiness seems fabricated as my mind tries to cope with these emotions and feelings, distancing oneself from the present, trying to move away from the situation, and I let it.
Better feel less, feel nothing at all, than to keep suffering like I'm right now.
I would never let anyone have such a grip on my feelings anymore, it is not only dangerous but… scary too, of losing them in the future too.
I don't have the luxury of that anymore, at least in the state I am at… on more reason to become strong so I can protect the one's dearest to me… so I would never have to feel this grief anymore.
I take a deep breath before opening the book up and finding that inside it is mostly intact, so I ask: "Where did you find this?"
