I sit at my desk with pen in hand, paper laid out in front of me. I’m dying to write the things in my heart, but to express them… That would make them real and unbearable because I can’t ever have them.

My hand shakes as I touch the tip of my pen to the paper. I write the one word that is the most dominant in my mind. Just a simple word—him.

Now my pen is flying across the page, spilling words upon my paper.. Wrting was easy, natural even, but what I was writing… these feelings that words alone can’t truely explain… were something I was not use to.

Soon I have written a full page, my sloppy writing filling up the lines. My heart is now exposed here. I shake from pouring out my heart. I read through all I’ve written and then stand, grabbing what I’d just written and a lighter.

I walk to my garbage can and slip open the lighter. I light the bottom right corner and hold it until it is right next to my hand. I drop the page and watch as all I’ve kept inside of my burns away and I feel free.