the start of my other blog...

All my life, I've written countless of pages. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep a diary. If anything, the one thing I've always been able to write about is love. So this will be a new kind of journal. Also, I will apologize for the random sentences in broken Japanese (it's just a part of me that I feel lets me express myself better). Here, I will try and remember everything about you that I can and write down all the memories I have of you. There's always so much in me, so much that I want to say to you, so many things I can't bring myself to...but my hope is that one day I will have all this written down. So that I will not forget you. And I will have proof that love existed in my world. And that I existed. I believe we write to either touch the hearts of others or to desperately show that we existed and to give us some hope for the future. Maybe these attempts are made of all those feelings and desires. If anyone does read this, I hope that you will be able to cry, laugh, and relate. We all think that our own stories are vastly different than another person's. But really, I think maybe all we want sometimes, is to know that someone else understands. And that we are not alone in our struggles as we grow. As we ask why we fell in love, why we lose that which is precious to us, and finding our own reasons to live on. Finding the strength that is in us. Learning that we become wonderful people when our lives join with another. When another's heart touches us and binds us with the intricate threads of life and fate. But also finding the strength to retain the sense of "me", even when we find ourselves alone, blindly stumbling through the darkness our feet searching for the path, our hands flailing, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.