Dear diary,

The silence of that memorable night was perfectly amplified by the empty, spacious parking lot where my car was resting.

Gradually I moved in, closing the door beside me,
effortlessly turning the keys in its rightful slot.

Together with the hum of the machine, my mind wanders in a slow tune. Thinking.
About life.
About future.
About my preparation for it.

The exact second when all of it was rumbling through my brain, straining it to its fullest capacity,
Just before I allowed myself to be seduced in doing things I would never have done in my regular sanity,

A face hit my window.
Shocked, my reflex was yelling to me to start yelling...so I did.

But as all things go, the brain overcomes the heart, and I began to realize the familiarity of that face.
Doubtfully, still taken aback, I opened the window.

The face smiled.
So I invited him in.
He said, “I can’t do that.
But here’s something that might help ease your mind.”

Five minutes later, he left. Disappearing suddenly, like most miracles do, after allowing me to overcome my problem.
After he left,
I drove away. With a smile and a floating heart, light as a feather.

Shoot.

I'm losing someone.

I am losing someone.

Just when I was reaching out. JUST when I started to let loose.
Just when I was opening up.
The person is pulling away from me.

I no longer have something to look out to. The one I had (barely anyways, but still a hint of it) just isn't working.
I don't know what I did wrong.
I'm scared.

Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life?