done

It's over and done. Infatuation is my murderer at this point and I don't know what else to do. There was always something strong about him... his heartbeat, his grip, his emotions (like mine). I have always had a faint pulse, but now it has vanished into silence. Time for me to crawl into my little hole and stay there, sulking in darkness and the security of my own thoughts and hopes.


I hate it but you'll sleep alone tonight ... well, maybe you won't.



Goodbye.