I never thought I would feel so alone. I'm not sure what is going on. What happened? Will our relationship fix itself? Or is this the end? Unknown to what I did. Did I say something he didn't want to hear? Does he no longer care? I'm scared of the unknown. Yet I still hold on praying he won't leave. I've been told to give up. He's not worth it. He might cause me pain but he is the one who makes me smile. I'm scared to loose him. Wouldn't you? This boy who has fixed your heart is now slowly undoing his work. Knowing that you don't know how to put the pieces back yourself. You only able to hold as many as you can praying you don't loose one in the dark. Feeling every hole where a piece belongs. Yet, scared to try to put them back in the wrong place. He was....no still is my happiness and light. He found me while I was lost. The darkness was consuming my every thought. Then he showed me the light. But being the clumsy person I am I tripped. I lost him. I once again fell into the dark. This time I wasn't as scared. Remembering the light he had shown me. Then the unthinkable happened. A small spark ignited in me. My surroundings weren't black shadows I'd learned to ignore. But even with this light I was still lost. I ran into a wall no matter where I turned. I was still missing something. Then he came. He showed my something new. A key that I could use to go anywhere. I thought he was the one. I knew he had to be. Then as time went by I noticed his light was growing dim. Understanding the nightmare the darkness could bring I gave him a gift. I gave him my spark. Now I'm back at the beginning. The darkness not quite as powerful as before but still there. I see him every once in awhile. He had given away my only gift to another. I know we will probably never give back my light but I hope and hold on to the pieces he left behind. Pushing through the dark I hope one day I will find my own way to free myself of the darkness. Forever. Maybe then I'll find a way to put the pieces back into place and share my light with another like he had done with me. Or maybe. Just maybe he'll see I've ignited my own light and come back. He'll want to make the lights one. Then we could help each other stay together. To keep our pieces in place and to pick up the ones that fall behind.
