I sit here trying to find the words I need to say.
To this diary.
To him.
To myself.
All I am greeted with is emptiness. Sadness. Guilt.
A love burns so bright for him in my heart but how do you console the person you love when you can't be with them in person?
I can't stop my thoughts being drawn to him. I catch myself playing with the ring on my finger. I have figured out that if my nail finds the mar on one edge and I turn it to the palm-side of my finger, I can slide it off and there his name appears embellished on the inside. Even this has become absent-minded. My head revolving everything but finding no way forward through the pain and grief.
Miserable nights and exhausted days make up my existence.
