Jena
Present
What am I doing here? I have been asking myself that question over and over again, for the past seven months and I still don't have the answer to it. I don’t know why I needed to be close to him, don’t know why I couldn’t stay away from him after a simple glimpse of him. For eight years I stayed away from him, never contacted him. For seven years, I didn’t even dare place my two feet near New York, yet here I am again, begging to have my heart f*****g ripped out and my secrets uncovered.
I look down at the little gravestone, the only one I could afford at the age of eighteen with nothing behind my name and hardly any money of my own. I haven’t been here since the day I buried her. I have been too ashamed to even stand here and look at her, but today I told myself it was tim
