You. I need more. I want more. I need for you to treat me like I mean something, for you to treat me like you care. Why won’t you? Related Post It’s been a long, long, long time… dear men love
Slowly, you poked and pestered me into telling you the sordid details of my life. You didn’t even make me feel forced…I actually started to WANT to tell you these twisted secrets. You listened and you asked questions and you never once judged me. You tried to help, to give me advice…I knew it was because you loved me,
I woke up this morning feeling so much enthusiasm, so much energy that it surprised me. The sunlight leaking through my curtains, fresh air flooding in through my window, the sound of birds chirping outside; all these indicate the arrival of a new day. I’m not sad anymore. I’m not angry that you chose her over me. In fact, I’m happy.
Dear Joey, I’ll always love you. I’ll always be in love with you. I tell you that I’m over you, but the truth is is that I’ve loved you all along. I still love you the way I told you in my letter 6 months ago. I’ll never tell you though. Mainly cause you’re in love with someone
We were “the couple”. Everyone loved us, admired us, and knew we were in love. No, we weren’t that type of couple who made out in the halls or took over facebook telling each other we loved one an other, no, we never did that. I think simple things like that helped keep us alive for so long. This summer was