Tell me... anyone who has this experience. how, where does purppose come
from. where does peace come from.
i pray in my own way, i beg to die every night. to be with my love again.
just to sleep beside him. to see him smile and make him laugh.
the world never meant anything to me, even when he was alive. it was just
good because he was with me. we lived through it together.. we had
eachother in this world. and thats all we needed. that was my purpose,
thats why i lived.
and now.... how do i find purpos in something i never cared much for. this
world.
why should i be a mrtyr, and live with this pain, this absence of him
until i die of cancer or a car crash or something else.
i dont expect answers from anyone, i just want to speak to someone with
experience. somone who was able to survive this. without that. i wont be
able to hold on very much longer.
