Dear B, I remember the first night we met. In front of your house, with mutual friends around us. We knew of each other of course, but this was our first encounter. I was immediately attracted to you. And you were immediately attracted to me. Later that week, we hung out and you kissed me.
Read more →I cheated on you three times with three different people. I don’t regret it. Call me heartless. Call me some kind of monster. Call me anything. I love you. I really do. I love the way you think, the way you talk, the way you seem to know so much. I love that you know
Read more →I know deep down, I’ll never forgive you. Never trust again after all the lies you’ve told. You have single handedly destroyed my chance of true happiness. I will never be able to believe what im told. Never be able to smile without worry of what others are thinking. You’ll never know what you’ve taken
Read more →Germany, You picked out my prom dress yesterday, the dress the glove and everything else, but I still am not sure if you chose it for yourself or for Brazil. I wish one of you would just come out and ask me already, it’s becoming so so hard to figure out which one of you
Read more →I thought that I would be okay with it… I told myself that I didn’t want you to lose a friendship because of me, but I just don’t know. She hurt me so badly, and you two used to be so close… I wish I could tell you that I am impartial to the whole
Read more →You. You need to hear this. So listen up. I’ve never had the guts to say this to your face, but I loved you. And yes I’m saying love-d because I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m past that. You screwed it up. You said you wanted to be with me and then ignored me
Read more →Former love, You have completely changed the way that I am today. I thought I knew what love was, and I thought I was going to marry you someday, but I was young and naive. You cheated on me and broke my heart. The worst part is that I always blamed it on myself. The
Read more →there are words i long to say to you. i write you simple songs in unfinished form at least three times a week, but nothing ever seems to come out as hoped and i tuck them away to be forgotten about. phrases aren’t enough to convey the way you make my heart feel and actions
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