Tonight is the night my dreams come true. If I cannot have the woman I love, I cannot have anything. My plan no longer matters. I have a rough combination and can handle the pain, cause nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, can rival the pain she has put me through the last year. And still I love her with all my mind, body, heart and soul. This will obviously be my final posting. Mythological creatures don’t die, right? They live on forever. This Siren is about to disprove that mythological belief. I just can’t do it anymore. Not even time for the Siren’s final song.
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Why a good thing like love can be so shattering, what is the purpose of being able to suffer this much.