Answer Me This...

When I ask for your fondest moment, I am asking for you to recall your fondest moment yet.

    My fondest moment to date would have been the day at the beach on July the fourth before Jason's death or quite possibly this... Sophia...
        I am, for lack of a better use of words, not at all truly happy. I probably could be if I tried. Maybe I enjoy this sweet feeling of melancholy all too much. Maybe I can't be bothered with pulling myself out of this hole. Or maybe I have a right to feel this way. Maybe I'm not the only problem. Maybe.

       If I could relive any moment in time, in my life this far. I don't know. There are so many moments I wish to experience again. Mine and BJ's first kiss, mine and Donnie's first kiss, my first kiss. All the times they said I love you. Those moments when you're held so high up, those moments when you feel as if nothing could break you. Those moments right before you fall when you feel so invincible to any and all. But then there are times when I wish to be alone. When I stay awake at night, lying in the dark under the ceiling fan spinning slowly around and around. Forgetting my troubles, letting go of my thoughts and sliding comfortably into oblivion. The same feeling occurs. The feeling of invincibility. The rather untouchable state you reach.




(Edited by Fallen at 5:38 am on July 23, 2001)