I’m starting fresh with this one. Shannon has my other journals which she is using to write my story. It’s hard for me to begin anew. Events of the recent past are fresh in my mind. I can’t fathom how things turned out as they did. Every day, I find myself on the verge of tears wondering just how things went wrong.
When I received this journal (not the one I write in now but another) from out of the blue, I couldn’t believe my eyes. His words were here. All I have left at the moment. I vow to fight however, this fate, this destiny cannot be true. I’ve given Shannon this journal, so she can share it with those that care. I dog eared a section, one that allows me to see certain things much clearer. It all makes more sense.
I cannot predict when Shannon will get back to writing my story. She tells me there is another girl with an important story to tell. So, I begged her to release his words. Just this small part for now, so that I may have some of him back. Something to cling onto. Something….
I found this picture. It takes me back almost to the beginning of it all. I looked a mess having drank the night before. God the lakehouse. But I did seem happy. Things were better. Before a person I thought I despided told me three little words. Before my life went to hell in back. Just before…..
And in the journal, this picture fell out. So innocent, she is not.
This at least is something. Shannon sent me this.
The cover for the story she’s written for me on my request. It will explain a lot. Especially when she gets back to telling my story. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. Posting this on her page may get others to pressure her to tell my story. I need closure.
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