my heart longs for what i had with you. remember december? the first time i loved was with you. but sir you have forgotten. it is okay now. i have also forgotten you. but i haven’t forgotten the feeling you gave me. the feeling of being loved. maybe that is what i miss more than
Read more →I just don’t get it anymore. You assured me we could at least try to make the whole “different colleges” thing work. But you couldn’t even make it that far. A week before valentine’s day. We date for almost a year and you can’t even make it to the next school year to at least
Read more →We met, we talked, we fell in love. I knew you both inside and out. I knew your favourite colour and favourite food. I knew your hopes and dreams for the future. I knew that you loved me too. Correction, I thought I knew you inside and out, but it turns out I only knew
Read more →Dear YOU, Well I hope you’re happy, have my heart. To be honest I know you didn’t want me and I was hopelessly head over heels for you, but you could of at least let me down easily. Ah I still think of you a lot more than I should, even with other guys, sad
Read more →Dear Max, It’s been over a month and I still can’t come to terms with the fact that you’re gone. I’ve never had to deal with grief before and even though people say you were just a dog, you were a part of our family and a person in your own right. It was so
Read more →Hey… you know, I really care for you and I really want the best for you… I’ve known you for only two weeks and I feel like it is safe to say that I am madly in love with you. And I am hurt because, even though you showed interest in me you went off
Read more →I think I’ll always love you. That scares me so much. And the only thing I can hope for is that at some point, maybe, just a little, you loved me too. And I know that we were barely together, but I’ll never forget you. It’s not fair that when you talked to me, you
Read more →Dear Cookiemonster, I know you use stumble upon, so maybe one day you will come across this. I think about you every once in a while and I really hate how things ended. I miss telling you about my life, I miss being able to tell you my secrets, all the while knowing I wouldn’t
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