Where will I write my heart out. Where will I write all these things I’m dying to say out loud. Where will I write the truth when I’ve denied the truth a thousand times. To write the truth, you cannot belong to anyone. Your truth cannot limit to how a person would feel knowing it. It’s your heart right, hearts change. From day to night. I’ve never been sure of my heart. Only my mind. And my mind needs constant escapes, freedom. What have I done. I’ve let go of the man I could love, and lost the right to tell him how I truly feel. These tears won’t matter now. What have you done Ana. What’ve you done.