November 29, 2008
Memory 001
Circa February, 2008
He was crying all over me. It was calm everywhere in the library except where we were sitting. The rest of the school shuffled outside of the library building, carrying on during lunch.
“Please, Erika.”
He was holding my hand. It wasn’t a talk that was any different from the rest. But this time I almost didn’t know what I was doing anymore. “Why am I doing this?” I thought. We could just be together and everything will be back to normal. But I didn’t give in. I knew in my heart that it was the right thing to do and it was the only thing that sustained me from crawling back into his arms — back into his name. I felt like I was risking everything — risking my only real friend, risking a life that was all I knew for over a year — throwing away all of my predicted future in open, welcoming flames. I knew it was the right thing to do. This was all I leaned on. This is what blind faith felt like.
