Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
Sunday, May 15, 2005
My heart hurts. I wish all it took was a Tylenol to fix it.
I don't think I've fallen so quickly and utterly in love as I have with K. He is the epitome of what I am looking for in a man, in someone I would want to grow old with. He's passionate, committed, honest, loving, funny, caring, responsible, selfless. He's perfect. All except for one thing - one BIG thing. Our different religions.
I want to make it work. In my heart, I believe that it will work. But he doesn't. He doesn't think that what we have will last. He thinks that we're just delaying the end. How am I supposed to be with a person who sees it ending? I need him to believe in us too. But I can't force him to.
I've never known what it feels like to lose someone you cannot live without. I guess I can finally cross that off my list.
//jenn
//mcmaster university alumni
//laughs at corny jokes
//frowns at rude drivers
//lover of life, vintage clothing, and african daisies
//hater of ignorance, apathy, and spiders
