Remove that Shit
Over the years, I have learned that writing eases my pain. Catharsis. This most recent event, heartbreak, has made me rethink everything I’ve ever published. I’ve loved others before, I’m human and I’ve lived a long life. But the loves that I thought were special, were nothing in comparison to what I feel for him.
The losses I’ve suffered have been minor in comparison to losing him. I want to delete all of it, remove the existence of any other man in my life. I want him to know that to me, it’s him and no other. No other human could hold the place in my heart that he does. I want to disappear from the public eye to be with him. I don’t want to write fiction or poetry, it has no meaning now. I journal, simply because I need an outlet for my emotions.