partly fictional.
it's a mess, just like all my writings.
Really. It was an accident.
I know I've said some things recently that may make you think I did it on purpose, but it wasn't.
At least I don't think so.
I don't know what happened. I drive that route twice a day, every day.
I'm so sorry.
I was never afraid of this. I was afraid of this for other people, but never for myself.
Even now I'm not afraid. My biggest fear has always been my future. Now I see my future, so I have no more questions. No more fears.
But really I am sorry. I hope I don't cause anybody heartache.
I hope nobody has to feel the heartache I felt.
I've thought about who would miss me. I guess now I'll get to see.
I hope I make a difference in someone's life.
I hope those I love know how much they meant to me.
I made a list once, of everybody who I thought may shed a tear for me.
Of past loves.
Of those who hold my secrets.
Of family members I spent countless Thanksgivings with.
Of those with who I once shared kisses.
Of those whose shoulders I have cried into.
Of who I have let cry on my shoulder.
Of those I will never meet.
I hope to never have to see the face on someone I love's face when they learn of this. My greatest fear alone was losing someone in this same manner.
When Sydney died, though I did not know her, my heart was broken. All I could think of was if this had happened to someone I knew. If I had switched places with her best friend. How would I be able to go on?
If I could say one thing to those I am unfortunately leaving behind, it would be to live and to love and to cherish each moment; to let people know how you felt about them because you never know when someone's time may run out.
God has a wicked sense of humor when it comes to life and death.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2008-12-09 at 04:08
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it's a mess, just like all my writings.
Finale
I didn't mean to.Really. It was an accident.
I know I've said some things recently that may make you think I did it on purpose, but it wasn't.
At least I don't think so.
I don't know what happened. I drive that route twice a day, every day.
I'm so sorry.
I was never afraid of this. I was afraid of this for other people, but never for myself.
Even now I'm not afraid. My biggest fear has always been my future. Now I see my future, so I have no more questions. No more fears.
But really I am sorry. I hope I don't cause anybody heartache.
I hope nobody has to feel the heartache I felt.
I've thought about who would miss me. I guess now I'll get to see.
I hope I make a difference in someone's life.
I hope those I love know how much they meant to me.
I made a list once, of everybody who I thought may shed a tear for me.
Of past loves.
Of those who hold my secrets.
Of family members I spent countless Thanksgivings with.
Of those with who I once shared kisses.
Of those whose shoulders I have cried into.
Of who I have let cry on my shoulder.
Of those I will never meet.
I hope to never have to see the face on someone I love's face when they learn of this. My greatest fear alone was losing someone in this same manner.
When Sydney died, though I did not know her, my heart was broken. All I could think of was if this had happened to someone I knew. If I had switched places with her best friend. How would I be able to go on?
If I could say one thing to those I am unfortunately leaving behind, it would be to live and to love and to cherish each moment; to let people know how you felt about them because you never know when someone's time may run out.
God has a wicked sense of humor when it comes to life and death.
Words by kgirard
Read 634 times
Written on 2008-12-09 at 04:08
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