The Boy Who Was Lost to the ShadowsNov 29 '05 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line In this world, love may only find you once--don't let it slip through your fingers.
Sometimes, before I write, I try to think about every single thing I'm going to say and then put it in order in my mind. To hell with that. Life never goes in the order you think it will. I sit here at the computer desk this morning, thinking about my upcoming communications class today--how I don't really want to go--how I'd rather be in someone's arms... Michael Buble has a general idea of what it's like to be lonely, as his song Home plays rather loudly throughout the room. Every once in a while I try my best to make it as heartfelt as possible. After all, I used to be unable to sing his wonderful piece--without bawling. Then I wonder who out there might think I'm such a soppy writer that it makes my work look bad. Then I rethink myself and say, "who gives a damn"? For what seems like months now, I've not been able to contact the friend I fell into such unexpected connection with. After being with him for just three or four weeks, I felt an emotional attachment like no other in my life. We got along well--we always laughed at the same things, enjoyed each other's company... Then I got up and left and didn't go back to see him before it was too late...I waited too long. Damn you, Aaron! You are such a fool to let these feelings pass you by! You'll never get another chance to feel this way again!! I hope I'm lying to myself. And....I continue to wrestle with myself--and wonder when the pain will end. I want to see him, but I can't. I don't even know if he feels the same way I do. But I feel and I can't stop feeling. It hurts to even think about him--every song that talk about love makes my eyes water and my throat close up on me. Oh, just to catch another moment to be together with him again! Screw everybody else! I don't need anyone's approval or disapproval--if it were only him and I, it seems as though our world would be pure. I'm tired of looking out on the landscape and the people with stained glasses! My heart is rusted and my brain is foggy. Only he can bring me to my senses. Nickelback and Evanescence are floating around in my head now, and they hurt my feelings. They make me feel useless, yet devoted to the one entity I feel as though I've waited my whole life for....and, somehow, I managed to waste that chance. Damn you, Aaron! Ahh, and now all the readers think I'm being hard on myself--I need to be hard on myself--stir myself to action, and take a chance every once in a while! Ohh...just to be with him... Where are you? What are you doing? I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU! BUT I'M HERE BY MYSELF AGAIN STARING OUT THE WINDOW HOPELESSLY ACCOMPANIED ONLY BY THE SUN Come back to me... Come back home...  |
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