Meet the real me. I just met her, and I could really get used to her company. I’m afraid she’s here to stay until you find your way back home to me. On second thought, you don’t need to meet her. Ever. Sorry Love… she’s a Bitch anyway. (: Related Post My Hug Just Friends?
I hate being called dumb. I say dumb things a lot, but please don’t call me stupid. Related Post Flirting with Disaster hmm You
If I could speak without consequence I’d know exactly what to say. I’d tell me ex simply, “You’re like a balloon, and I’m letting you fly away”. She may burst, she may fly away, she may be caught in something, but none of that will matter. Because she won’t be tied to me anymore. I
You have shut me out. You no longer even speak to me. Why? What have I done? Is this because of what happened? Because I told you no? You know why I told you no. If you didn’t suspect the truth of things before, you have surely figured it by now that I didn’t want
You would think after 53 years I’d have learned how to do it right by now. I read these letters, most from heartbroken souls like me and wonder if any of us can ever get it right. I remember being young, the world was my oyster and though there were a few girls that really
A.V. I remember when you first called me that. Darlin’, darlin’, darlin. It just slipped out of your lips, like you didn’t even know how that word changed things. We’d talked about the guys before you, and how each left me more broken than the other. Slowly, one by one, they kicked me down, until