I Was Here

Dear Heart,

What I couldn't say was said. Not in the way I wanted to say it, not how I imagined it, not where I imagined it, and definitely not by who I imagined it. Its funny how life works, how you can see something unfold right in front of your eyes. How you hope that nothing would change but how deep down inside you know that from here on out its going to be different. The crazy thing about it is, I wonder if you know that I was here. If you heard my thoughts, read my notes, new how things were. Would they be different? Sometimes I feel that I can't necessarily get my thoughts together, that writing them is the only way I can truly express how I feel. I do all this so I know that I was here that I lived, laughed, and loved in the way I wanted. I wish yes I could express myself beyond the computer and this diary but in truth, I like going unnoticed. I feel my actions should show you where I am, who I am, and what I am about. Not my words, because at the end of the day...their just words.


Love,

The Mind