Wield your heart, and the world shall tremble.

As much fun as it has been on tumblr, I only got on here because of a true friend.

Which is why I must tend to other matters that weigh more in significance. Specifically my studies.

Have fun everyone, enjoy tumbling :)

-Deeply Personal-

Not many people know this about myself. They see a gentleman, an eccentric friend, a romantic, a geek, a jock, a poet, a gamer, a secret keeper, a cheerful soul, and even a laid back and open minded guy. Yet what they do not know is the loss of wholeness I’ve felt since what happened in the past. A sense of emptiness that continually grows inside this mortal coil of a body of mine. I know I should move on, yet I just cannot for her impact on my heart and soul left me staggered and a constant hunger to fill that emptiness.

I remember her fondly, my childhood friend for seven years.

She was as dove-like as the angels and as boyish as any tomboy out in this world.

Like many childhood friends we shared each others secrets, played outside, supported each other, laughed together, and other things you might expect.

Her hair, short, blonde like strands of gold when it danced in the sunlight.

Sparkling blue eyes like the calm blue ocean sea.

Hands that were strong and firm, yet gentle.

Her ever so lyrical voice that was naturally soothing.

A smile that was beautiful as the morning’s sunrise.

The last smell I remember of her was foreign spices.

Yet one day, I never heard from or saw her ever again. I was told she moved but to where? I have no idea if she is alive or dead, rich or poor, happy or in sorrow.

This is why some may see as a clingy or distant man. Living with a scarred heart and battered soul that fears of losing someone so precious ever again. Though it does happen when I lose some form of connection with a person and I will not deny, those times are filled with emotional torture and pain. Why I naturally try to mend the bridges with those that have not gone to the afterlife. A reason why I tend to worry for others.

I do not ask for others support in this manner and I tend to speak little of it. For whatever happened to her, it was beyond any control I may have had.

I miss her dearly.