Not sure any more

It's getting a little harder each day to fool myself into believing Danny is in Alaska. But then if I know that it's not true, who am I really fooling?

I hate going downstairs to his room to let the dogs out.it's empty and cold and so not him. Know we couldn't just keep his room the way it was. That's reality. Not the one I want but the one I'm living in none the less.

Those that possess something in great quantities sometimes tend to devalue it. Those with money, burn it. Those with people, take them for granted. And those with time on their hands, waste life on the unimportant. The only thing you can't have too much of is love and sometimes it's not enough.

So I wil keep playing the fool, pretending that all is fair in love and war. But the hurt isn't going away. And the dam is going to break one day.