Goodbye
January 16, 2008
September 6
How could one person evoke so much from my heart, my soul, my eyes, my ears, my thoughts. His innocent scrutinizing glance foreshadows what is soon to come. The time is slipping through our finger tips, and that once lucid idea becomes so complex. We evasively, avoid that which we do not speak of but often are always thinking of. Why should we continue to perpetuate our goodbye, our one last kiss, our one last touch, our one last glance; but, not my one last thought of you.
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This is a usual journal assignment where we must use our vocabulary words in our journal.
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I wrote this very corny journal entry when my boyfriend was leaving for college. Even though it is cheesy I still really like it because it reminds me of all those feelings that I had felt that I won’t forget.
