Journal #3

It was on a sunny, windy Saturday, when I felt my world come down to pieces. I was destroyed and I knew that at that moment I won’t be able to be the same again. The wind felt as hard as id rocks were being thrown at my face. Tears ran down my cheeks fast as waterfalls. Inside, my soul cried, wanting to leave my body and never coming back. His name, Mathew. His name rings when I call him, his voice warm in my ears flowing in my head. A beautiful hot summer’s day of July 12, 2008 was the day I knew I was completely in love. Birds singing, bells ringing. Every time I saw him, was one of the best days of m life. His face, warm, pink cheeks. His smile soft, descent and elegant. He always knew how to make me smile. He became my only for my smile; the warmth of my body, the light of my day. Butterflies flew inside me every time we kissed, that’s how I knew he was Mr. Right. Every moment I spend it with him, my quinceanera, meeting my parents, grandparents, meeting my family. He became part of my family. He just wasn’t Mr. Right; he was my best friend, my soul mate, my everything. All good things have an end. Rumors were the cause of my fairytale ending. Cancer was the disease to my destruction. Rumors became the cancer of my relationship. Rumors spread the way cancer spreads all over your body. Cancer is what I felt that day, my body was slowing dying; my soul had no force, no strength. I was dead. Until this day, that breakup is easily healing but it’s aware of any other disease.