I searched for your words and the promises they held. I felt them as they rang true past your lips into my ears and sank down to my core. I soaked up all the hope I could muster from those few small promises of life, and love. Yeah, I soaked it up. I let them sink in and I believed them because I had to. My heart was reaching up through the darkness grasping on to the only hope it could find because I was drowning and these words I believed became my life raft. Your lips became the ledge of which my body hung from as I dangled above the bottomless abyss of this depression that has so unforgivingly swallowed me up in revenge’s attempt at my abandonment. I guess now I’ve learned that once you’ve sunk deep enough there’s really no coming back. Life could be fine and one little pebble on your path sends you plummeting back into nothing. There’s still hope. I don’t know where it’s coming from but it’s there. Sometimes I just start smiling in sweet remembrance of your role in my hallow life. I live for so much but never enough. I live to live to live to live for another day. The future is the only thing that keeps me forgetting my past. You were a part of my future and I still think you are. I miss you, I’m admitting it. I hate admitting it because it means I’m not strong enough without you and for some sickening reason I still trust you with my entirety, mainly because I can’t trust myself.