Not an ordinary love... not an ordinary lie

With each day that passes comes new challanges. With every hour she dies a little bit more inside. And it seems she can feel her heart breaking. Nothing seems exciting, and even the thought of mustering up enough energy to walk around seems impossible. It's all wrong, and with each lingering thought of him.. she cries a little bit more. Not even pretending to be ok seems to work. The face she puts on looks like a paper mache mask, one that was very poorly done. Without hesitation she'll wear it, most likely for a long time.

this is dedicated to him...