Grenade

Did your world ever fall apart in a split second? Mine hasn't. Yet.

Two more weeks to go. D promised he'll have written by then. In two weeks time, a part of me will die. Because I know for sure he won't keep his promise. And if he will, then what he'll write will break my heart.

I live, knowing I'll die one day. I know the day will come eventually when my heart will stop beating and I'll draw my last breath. That day is years away. But the day I die... that day is near. Just because I'll still be breathing, it won't mean I'm alive.
I have no hopes for a positive future with D. Not anymore. It's actually ironic that the only person I've ever really loved could break me so quickly.

We haven't broken up. Not yet. But I feel it coming.

/P.