I miss you every day. You’ve broken my heart so many times, and have hurt me so much, yet I still miss you horribly. You say we live separate lives, and it would be different if I were there. You have no idea how much I’d like to be there. Does it not kill you
Read more →I hate the way you broke up with me I wish you had told me you hated me and you never wanted to talk to me again. Then maybe it would be easier for me to move on… instead I just sit here hoping you will want to talk to me, hoping you miss me
Read more →Damn it. You are my mother’s boyfriend. You are not my father, you are not a friend. So stay out of my f*cking drawers. It’s your fault that you know about my sex toys. Grow up and mind your own business. And yes, I have a mental problem. I don’t need you to tell me,
Read more →It’s your hair. When I met you, it was short. And you were cute and had an adorable personality. You were such a sweet boy and actually cared about what I felt. You broke my heart but you accepted that I still loved you and never pushed me away, even when you got a girlfriend.
Read more →I’ve met a fallen angel. Her wings were not broken…. they were simply taken away. All traces of her purity gone. I used to run my hands down her back thinking how lucky I was to have an angel in my arms, but I was wrapped up in a devil’s embrace. When she first knew
Read more →My sun and stars, I’ve found myself getting on this site and reading through the letters posted each day in hopes that one of them is written by you, for me. I know that’s silly because I’m quite certain you have no idea that this site exists. I suppose it’s just a silly hope I
Read more →When I need someone to talk to, you’re never there. I’m going through one of the hardest times I’ve been through in a while. My boyfriend of 2 and a half years moved away. I need to talk to you. I need courage, and I need someone to help me get through this. I’ve got
Read more →We’ve been best friends for the past six years and we’ve been “talking”, fucking, kissing, or whatever for the past two months. I’ve felt more content and okay in my nineteen years of living. Everyday would go by as a normal day until I kissed you. Then that day stoped when our lips met. You
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