I suppose i'm being silly, but i can't help it. I'm only human.
I just read the book Dear John and while at first i thought it would be a mushy love story, it turned out to be one of the saddest books i have read, will ever read. I found myself bawling on the couch at 3 a.m., wondering to myself how something like that could happen to two unsuspecting people. That, as it turned out, became my greatest fear i realized; to either never find love or to find love with someone who doesnt. And to lose everything you do love. To have your entire life gone and regret your past decisions that without a doubt led you here.
And the book was more about life than anything else. It made me appreciate the simplicity of my childhood. It makes me grow fearful of falling in love, but excited all the same. For right now, i'm going to continue writing here in this form; writing in letter form to whoever is willing to listen which is likely nobody except myself.
I'm very much content with that.
Love,
CR
