Darling, It’s been months since I last felt your warm skin in my hands. I know that we can never be together-in the end our relationship left the both of us feeling devastated and betrayed. Over the course of the last couple years I kept finding myself with you, over and over, without ever knowing
No words need to be spoken between us our eyes say it all not that don’t speak to each other but our body launguages speaks more volumes. when one of us is having a bad day the other knows we have an unspoked friendship of the heart and mind; i’ve feel as though i’ve met
You left us when we needed you. You actually seem surprised that we aren’t friends anymore, when everything that you told me was a lie. Yes, you told me you were thinking of leaving, but promised you would wait and not decide until you heard what everyone had to say. What more could we have
I’m being stupid. I’m being a whore. I’m contemplating my virginity, and what it’s worth. I’m playing with my heart at the same time. At least I’ve stopped rationalizing it all. It does feel good just to accept. But I hope I don’t get swallowed up again. Things are really looking up, and it’d be
Though we’ve grown so close since we’ve met and even more since that time, last year, when I confessed so badly and you gently replied, “I like you too… as a friend” to me. I wonder where I stand in your life and if we’ll ever be more. Before I met you,I had never invested
I am a hopeless romantic.. That, my friend, is something that I’ll never really admit to people…but today, I figured admitting it to myself would be a start. Right? I see people walking down the street, arms entwined, biggest smiles on their faces… and… and I envy them. I see couples eating dinner, having picnics..