I feel like typing love songs. Songs of perserverance over adversity. Songs of comfort and passion. Songs that can make someone smile and cry, but not tears of sadness. Tears of reminisence over loves lost, but not forgotten. Tears of joy over the love once known.

I feel the butterflies float around my belly amidst stomach pains and excitement. I feel released. No longer buried under what I fear was weighing me done so badly.

I want to sing, but I am in the library near other people so i fear that may not be the best decision.

I only feel the guilt when i talk to him. I feel as though I have left him behind, alone and wandering, struggling to make sense of his current state. He isn't like me. He doesn't heal quickly. His pain is very much so in existence. Yet, i can feel no guilt. I have to grow. I cannot rewind the times, as much as i wish I could. I will miss our happier days. Days of blind bliss and unacknowledged obsession. "Our younger years".

Oh well. I must leave this thought somewhat incomplete for now.

Bon Adieu...