When I was younger, I wanted to call myself Faraway. I felt regal, beautiful, mysterious.

I thought I had life all figured out. I loved him. I was on top. I was happy.

He cut me away and left me cold and alone and more faraway than I ever wanted to be. And I still loved him.

The little things keep me insane now. Everything I see and do reminds me of him. I want to talk but I don't know what to say. My heart is silent. Its so broken I can hardly breathe.

Deep inside, I wish I'd never wished to be Faraway. I want her to die and leave me alone. I want no more pain.

I say I hate him, that things will be okay, but I still pray for him to beg for me back.

I hate this.

All my life I've wanted to be faraway. Now I just wish I was good enough.