June, 10, 2015

Hi, my name is Amanda. I'm starting this journal because I feel like I have this....gift.. People would call it a curse but others, like myself, would call it a blessing.
See, my boyfriend had just died a month ago. It's not easy, recovering, but lately I've been having paranormal dreams..
Dreams where I'm back with my boyfriend. I guess in some sense I still believe he's here with me. That maybe he's not exactly dead..
I hear his voice call out to me at times when I'm depressed. It's almost like he's still alive and well.

I close my journal and put it back ontop of my dresser and head out to the kitchen. I start the coffee machine and start to think about how crazy my life has turned out. Just last year I had turned 18 and moved out about a few months back. Then, my boyfriend dies. Sometimes I wonder, who's next? Because I know that he's not the only one that death wants to grab ahold of.

'Amanda.......I still.........love....you.'

There it is again.. The soothing voice of my boyfriend.... It calms me down even though he's not here. I love hearing his voice
no matter what. Dead or alive, I still love him. I mean, we did promise forever.
"I still love you too...." I sighed and a single tear rolled down my face.