I usually don’t believe in fate but maybe this time that’s what pulled us together. When you saw me you didn’t talk to me because you thought I was with my boyfriend. A lost connection right there. I saw your side glances but I didn’t think anything of it. When I approached your group to
Dear Zachh I don’t care how many times you say that you’re over her, or pretend not to care she exists when I’m around. Because when you spend your whole summer ignoring the person you said you cared about to hang with your ex, it hurts. I just wish you could be honest, and stop
If you post this I probably will never know. I think I want people to hear this story. I am not a weak person. I am not a victim. I just made a choice. Related Post Hmph. Here’s the thing… –
Sometimes I still think about learning Italian even though I’d have no use for it, simply because you tried to teach me back when we were still together. Every time I drink a Guinness, I thank you in my mind for helping me appreciate it, even though almost nobody else does. I see photographs of
Dear Hotpants, I haven’t told you since I’ve come back from school, but I’m in love! I found someone entirely perfect, and over the summer we spent every possible moment creating an unbeatable experience. The days were spent with his arm around my waist as we explored every last piece of that small, secluded world.
We’ve seen each other 2 times in 4 months, but I think about you every day. I know I said I’ve moved on, I know I act like I don’t care, I know I talk about the guys that followed you like it’s no big deal, but I’m so incredibly in love with you. I