It’s almost been a week since I learned of something unforgettable. It made me plead amnesia just to forget. It was the greatest heartbreak of my life. How could someone break the trust I’ve given?

I said I’d never interrupt my routine: but I violated my own rule as soon as I made them. I’ve been absent from work, skipped classes, withdrew from my friends, blocked everything out, I know it was not helping at all, but I’d rather drown in my depression than face the people with a heavy heart.

I spent 7 hours of planning, 5 minutes of execution, and the rest of my life being miserable.

I can't lie. But I don't want to tell the truth, either.You just can’t share some truths to protect other people. I will forever carry this burden. Sweetheart is dead.