5/4/09 - Her Book

When she got tired of all the bad things, of all the nights spent awake crying in bed, remembering the bad relationships she's had so many of, the endless days spent doubting good things, she laid on her floor with a book in her hand.

A book she'd started a long time ago when things were decent and she had hope for herself. A long time had passed since then and page after page was filled with names and numbers, each bringing back memories she'd rather forget, faces she'd long hoped not to see again, and pain from mistakes she'd unintentionally made. After what seemed like many hours passed by, time spent feeling down, saddened by the many bad relationships she'd put herself through, she stumbled, quite accidently, upon a single piece of folded yellow paper nudged in between two pages. This opened to reveal yet another name and number, this particular name and number however was very different from the rest, in that she felt saddened by this memory only because it was perhaps the only one of all that made her sad because she had let him go, he had been the one good memory of the bunch