He’s been laying flat on his face since this morning, the sun has almost gone down and he hasn’t woken up once. I’ve had to feed him, because he was too sad, tears running down his face, I don’t know if I should shout at him, get angry with him, is that what he wants? Wouldn’t that just worsen the situation though?

I’ve only whispered too him and told him sweet things, it seems to work, just a little, but then it doesn’t, it like I can see him deep down in the abyss and, but juts for a moment, and the he sinks back down, almost like he’s not trying to even get out of it, like he want’s to wallow in deep despair for the rest of eternity.

I can feel how he would want to die at this moment, this are the things that make me not want to leave, not just yet. This feels like a low point.

I thought a change of scenery would do him good, so I forced him out of bed, literally had to carry him, and after the awkwardness of it all, he finally moved on his own.

We went to a coffee shop, it was bustling and hustling, people going around their daily lives, we didn’t really talk a lot, like there was nothing to say, we just looked at each other, sometimes that it is, he looked around a lot, watched the people. And thing is, the light in his eyes, just slowly came back, if only I could convince myself that I what I saw was true, a smile cracked just a tiny little bit.

She’s dead, and she wont ever be coming back.

I don’t know why he said this words, but he did, I didn’t know what to respond to it.

We ended up in a park, I got some ice cream, we used to come to parks like these when we were dating in college. He wrote me a poem once.

A city with not lights is a city that can’t see the stars

They keep on the lights at night so we’re not allowed to see the stars.

Sort of a dumb poem, but he thought he was deep like that, I think he still does.

We finally got back to his apartment, “Thank you,” he said. “That really actually did help,”

Good to know, because I was leaving tomorrow.