“As I read I feel like I am being drained of all meaning.
As I watch what you said and see what you did, I start to shiver.
No this can’t be true.
I must be over reacting. Yeah! That’s it, over reacting.
But wait. You’ve done this before, did you ever really stop?
Just what am I to you?
Am I really that special to you?
Because you have a funny way of showing it.
I sit here now and I wonder.
These uneasy feelings and shakes that I get.
Are you really ready for me yet?
I ask you and you say you love me.
Yet I notice you love everybody.
You even seem too friendly with some.
Though that’s just my opinion.

You know I am different, like no other.
I’ve loved you for a long time now.
A love that only knows you and only you.
I can’t drift along with you on a piece of the boat.
If you can, let go of everyone else.
I thought I was enough.
I guess I could be wrong.
So I’m letting go now to drown on my own.
I bet you won’t notice me sink like a stone.
I wish you would have made up your mind.
Because now your dreaming if you think your mine.”


She stood still at the doorway, staring at the poorly written note, nailed to the door with an ice pick. She won’t ever know what it would be like to really be with him now, and she knew it as tears raced down to the bottom of her chin, freezing dead in their tracks in the cold wind. He had left her, to wait and see was painful for him, but to realize that she was never serious killed him inside. As he had no writing skills what so ever, he put his feelings down the best he could and took the only thing that her heart seemed loyal to. Their sled and all the dogs, all the equipment, emergency stores, everything she had worked so hard for and everything he worked so hard to get her was gone. The lonely ice pick stuck to the door was the only thing he left behind, it was all he would leave behind apart from his emotions, crudely spilt across a paper where he left them. Never would he return to her, even if she told him that he was the only thing in her heart, even if she gave everything up for him. For what she didn’t know was that she had already killed the man she loved.   


“For unknown reasons, with out a mother nearly all children will die. Be it physically or emotionally. In any case it could be stated that love is a necessity for one to live.” - Anonymous …. (As in don’t remember.)