dear diary

I look at the innocent children playing as they have not seen the horrible horror and heart braking and mind testing truthfulness within the world. Must I not condone myself happiness? The only problem is the one I had trusted made me lock but I swear within my mind he has always had the key. I know not of tomorrow but I know of today. For I shall not pardon myself with doubt but yet the certainty of what I know. For I no longer can hide but yet I will speak to him give me the clarity by which I will use to consider my love for him…again