Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - So my coworker told me that some guy isn't my type because he's alive. And this is after I told him something I hardly ever talk about. I hardly ever mention it but when I was 19, I got engaged to the most amazing man alive. He was the one that I truly loved and felt that I could be with forever. He was the smartest person I ever knew. The kindest. The everything. And hell, he was possibly the hottest man on the face of this planet. But sometime before Christmas, he went back to Berlin, Germany to visit his family. He never came back. A drunk driver took his life. That drunk, he not only took Sebastian's life, but my own as well. I haven't been the same since. I stopped loving, caring, hoping... I've gotten better, but once you lose somebody you love... ok I don't know what I'm saying. Bye. I still miss you, Sebatian. And it's not helping that I'm still close to your family and your twin brother. 11:53 p.m. - December 17, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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