I am a writer. The words on a page speak to me, in ways I can only express to others through more words. And yet, when I NEED words to work for me, they don’t. I didn’t tell the man I love that I love him soon enough. He’s not dead, or far away– not
You have been here for me every minute that i’ve needed you. The heartbreak the tears the happiness… everything. You’ll never know just how much i love you. Thank you for being there for me. I truly miss you. You’re absolutely beautiful. I love you. Related Post to you Him you.
I miss you so much it hurts. This sounds like that stupid ass book about romance, but it’s not about romance. You’re my big brother. You’ve always been there for me and I need you right now. Where are you? Please come home. I need your laughter, your support, your hugs. You always stood up
Dear Mom, First of all, I love you. You are my best friend, my hero, my inspiration, and my role model. Everything that is important to me was introduced by you. If there was ever someone who deserved a million thanks, it would be you. Here’s to you. Thanks for giving me life. Thanks for
You know what? I don’t think that you ever had my best interest in mind. You are always ditching me or forgetting me, and then blaming me. Well, guess what? It’s not my fault that we don’t hang out as much, because I try to invite you over. It’s not my fault that we don’t
I ‘stumbledupon’ this site and instantly was hooked. Each post made me think of him, wonder more, analyze every detail over and over again… I loved thinking of him. But then I realized that reading all of these letters just made me more and more attached. It made me feel like a stupid, boy crazy