It's all too often that she closes her eyes and pretends that she's someone else. She hides away in these miniscule dreams of other faces, of other bodies.... each with her laugh. Each with the love she has stored so deeply inside of her, just waiting to get out. It just makes her want to scream "I love you. I love you. I love you. I want nothing more than to be with you. I want to wake up next to you because I can't sleep without you. I want to laugh with you."

She doesn't understand what's wrong with her. Why they don't run to her and love her and hold her forever and ever. She doesn't understand why they're ready to have a great time.... but only for a few days. She doesn't understand why people don't feel... the way she does.

Somewhere in the distance the one person who was supposed to fill that place, that emptiness cracked a whip and was gone. The person who was supposed to take this place in her heart, held a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

Everyone laughed her off. They said she'd always been this way. Always "dark". She knew better. She saw her true self in her dreams. She saw the golden trees that looked as if they were on fire. She saw herself in the wheelbarrow while he pushed her and she turned around and threw leaves at him. She saw the sacrifices she made to be with him, and how she'd never trade a day of it, and how he said he never would either.

But then, like a theif in the night, it was all taken from her.....

She stole it from herself.
Stolen