We’ve only started talking this past summer, and I honestly don’t regret any of it. What I do regret, is developing feelings for you. I knew from the beginning that I shouldn’t, and I told myself I wouldn’t. 11 people have pointed out that we flirt, so why do we continue it? You couldn’t possibly
Please tell me that you have even the slightest hint of an idea of how much you’re hurting me. The things you say you want to do to me… they hurt. You think that they’re good. You’re enjoying them and you think that I am too, but really I feel like i’m dying inside. Don’t
She makes me happy. She’s sweet and kind and smart and special in so many ways. She’s independent and beautiful. She doesn’t judge me. She’s got her problems, sure, but doesn’t everyone? She works through them and never looks down on me when I make mistakes. She’s the complete opposite of the one you thought
The other day when I told you I wrote a poem, it was about you. We were friends in school, but then I left and didn’t talk to you for about 2 years. I liked you throughout college, but was afraid to be close to you because I had a boyfriend. You know this, though.
We talk with ease for hours into the night when we’re together. When we’re not, all day we text or chat on the computer. You told me your feelings the other night and it gives me hope, the same hope that I am ashamed to feel. The hope that you will finally end things with
I hate saying goodbye to you. The initial distance sucks, but this “little bit extra” with minimal communication is destroying me. Everyday, I’m surrounded by things that remind me of you, at work and at home. It breaks my heart feeling like I don’t mean as much to you as you mean to me. You’re