It was so Hard to sum up M and I's relationship in a hand full of pages, but I re read my journal and it took me back to the passion. The good times were a dream, a marvelous dream. I can still remember all the wonderful times, every piece of it. I try to forget the bad times. I can't hate him and I don't want to associate just bad things with him. When I shut my eyes right now I can remember when we broke up, I lied in my bed in the same sheets we slept in together. I held that tattered green phone staring at my wall.My purple wall. I picked at the dents in the wall, just waiting for it to come crashing down on me. I can't move on from that day. I literally pulled out my hair, my stomach didn't want to be fed and my body was completely exhausted. I woke up crying and fell asleep crying. I was broken. I was lost. And I still feel like I am wandering through dark woods with a blind fold on. Im stuck, But could I move on? Eventually. Could I take another chance. Could I bare all the emotions again? I just need to move my life, forget all my baggage and build a life to be proud of.