• Found in an old diary of mine.

    by  • June 21, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Moving On • 4 Comments

    Dear you,

    First off, hello. It’s April 14, 2010, at 12:32 AM on a Wednesday. I say this only because the person you’re with now may be entirely different from me. But I have to get something off my chest.

    Two days ago my heart was broken by a boy whom I love entirely. I may still love him, even while you’re reading this. I don’t know. But the thing is, I’ve been sitting here playing bits and pieces of the last year over in my mind, and I’m sad. I’m lonely. I guess that’s where you come in.

    I don’t know who you are. I might know you, or maybe I haven’t met you yet. You could be tall or short or fat or thin. I don’t care. I just need you to know that I love you. If you’re reading this, I love you. You are what keeps me optimistic that love still exists. You will be the reason I have experienced so much heartbreak. It’s all because you were waiting for me all along.

    I’m sorry if you’re ashamed of the things I’ve done, and I know I can be sometimes clingy, and sometimes annoying. Knowing that you’ll accept me, regardless, is what keeps me going on.

    I miss you, and I can’t wait to meet you.



    4 Responses to Found in an old diary of mine.

    1. sarah
      June 21, 2011 at 2:21 pm

      this is beautiful.

    2. Joshua
      June 21, 2011 at 7:09 pm

      Right back at cha me!

    3. Miley
      June 21, 2011 at 7:55 pm

      I like this, something so many of us can relate to, simple and sincere.

    4. me.
      June 21, 2011 at 9:42 pm

      Dear you,

      I love you too. Thank you for taking the time to write to me. You don’t know how much I need it right now. Remember how beautiful you are and how much brighter the world is since you’ve been in it. I can’t wait to meet you, either.


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