MY WRITINGS ON THE WALL: Wither

That day,

That day you told me about her

Was the day everything came crumbling down on me.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t breath.

I couldn’t cry.

MY WRITINGS ON THE WALL: You and Me

Everyday, I thank the Lord for all the things I have gone through, each and every pain I encountered, because it all led me to you. All my mistakes, all the wrong decisions, they don’t matter now that you’re here with me. Somehow, were those mistakes really mistakes, if they all directed me to you, the other half of my soul?