I want to write from my heart, not bound by the laws of expectations, but for me to ease the hole in my heart. Writing for the feelings I chose to bury... I chose to bury the smile that warmed her heart and chose anger to lead my life. So, here and now. I'll tell you my very burdens, not out of pity, but for my heart to heal. The day it happened, it started as a wonderful day. The beast of my household gave no beating in the morning. Oh... a perfect day I thought. I decided to go to my first loves home... walked I did. It took two hours to get there, but I did not care. I was alone and thought about how I had no brused ribs, no black eyes and no blood from my face. A happy day, so I entertained a thought. What if I told her on this fine and beautiful day, told her that I love her, that her smile warms my very soul, her beauty baffles me and her eyes envelop my heart. On that walk, I thought about her smile and the tree at which we would read together. I even started dancing, the happiness just consumed my heart and it could not be buried. As I got to the door of the trailer, I hesitated, remembering that there's a far worse monster in that trailer. Scared I was, thinking that this...