Okay, so I figured it's been a while (since may) since I've written a new entry. So, I think I'm going to...tell a story!

There once was a man from Nantucket...KIDDING!! I'm serious though, here goes. This is called
One Moment

He still keeps it to himself. He won't tell me. I konw that there's something. I try to get him to tell me. I want to know so I can help him. But he keeps pushing me away. We've been friends for so long; we used to always talk to each other about everything. He keeps pushing me away.
Sometimes I see something in his eyes. Because of that I know that it's a person that's bothering him. A face, he sees a face, always, just behind ihs eyes. It plagues him. I konw that if he told me everything he would be alright. We would be fine again. I ask him who she is. He always says the same. No matter how much I try to get him to tell me, he will not say. Every time I ask, he gets farther from me. He tells me that even if she knew his feelings, she could never be his. She is beyond his reach.
Now he just turns away from me. She will always haunt, I know that now. I turn from him and walk away. I go home to my husband and my family.
It's been ten years and I rarely see him. Sometimes I cry at night, remembering all the times we laughed, and that face. The face he would see haunts me in my dreams. She never has any features but she is there. I wish I knew. I wish I could help my friend.
I can't take it any longer. I go to find him and I ask him one last time. I tell him I'm leaving son. I'm getting out of this town. The look on his face is sad. It makes me wish to cry...but I am done crying because of him. I ask him one last time to tell me who this person is that has taken over his life. He looks to the ground and is silent for a moment. Then he tells me it's me.
That's when I run away. I can't take it. I leave everything behind, my family, friends, everything. I wish I could turn back time to that day when my husband proposed to me. I would've said no, had I known.
I ran away into my mind. I find it somehow comforting. I'll go back out soon. Then I'll say that I don't remember about my past, save my name. I hope my young children forget about me and my husband takes a new wife, seeing as to how his old one is gone, so to speak.
I've given him another chance. Not everybody gets second chances.




So, yeah. I hope ya'll like it.