My memories are carried by the southern breeze across the oceans to the one I long for. Our goodbyes wonder endlessly on foreign shores and I can still hear your whispers drift through the darkest of nights.
I walked through that park last night. Your perfume lingers and the twilight glistens upon the lower lake. I stared at my reflection and saw us staring back at a heartbroken man standing there alone.
Dear Diary; I don't want to let go because I am afraid of what life would be like without them. To be honest, I don't want to know. I'd rather spend every day saddened by your absence than to forget your name.
It is important not to dwell on these things- they have a way of eating you alive. The best thing you can do now is shut up, look forward, and never back.