seriouslythough:
We Heart It
after seeing this…i decided to reply to the email address posted:
“In a single senseless act, it was all taken from me. The love of my life, my heart, my air, my days, my night, my peacefulness, my security. It was all gone. We were to have an evening out, and I eagerly awaited his arrival at his mom’s house, as planned. He never showed. What I did get was two officers that came to tell his mom, that he had been shot. He was laying unconscious in the ICU area of the hospital with a gunshot stealing him away. When we got there, my life with him played through my head like movies shown on elementary school projectors of my childhood. I wanted him to sit up and say it was one of his pranks. I wanted to shake him awake. I wanted to be the prince to his sleeping beauty and hoped that my kisses would rouse him from his slumber..but it didn’t. I lost him and my world fell apart. I later found out, he was planning on proposing to me that night…and was given the engagement ring that was meant for me. For months I felt empty the only thing that gave me a glimmer of comfort was the ring I wore around my neck, and never came off.
This was nearly a decade ago. The feeling of being lost and alone have long subsided. Occasionally, I still remember the pain, and feelings of helplessness. However I am whole again. I am alive and living proof that things can and will get better. My story may or may not go along with anything you experienced that would make you feel the loss of your innocence, and ability to trust or willingness to share yourself…but what I do hope you can take from my little story is that one day it will all be there…and your heart will heal. You will be able to trust. You will be able to share yourself. It does take time though. People will try and rush you through this, and some may even help, but you heal in your own time. You will heal.
Your ability to express your vulnerability led me to write this note to you…and I hope that it helped in some way, if not to just take your mind away from things for a few seconds. If you feel you want to write back, I would love to hear from you.
Yours Truely,
A. Friend
P.S. As I write this, my ring sits with the chain I wore it on, in a jewelry box in my closet, where it will sit safely with happy memories that I will never forget.”
