Dear L.O Cardona, I wonder if you could look back and realize how much I cared for you. And if you’d still do it the same way all over again. There was nothing you did better than hurt people. I suppose that should have been my warning. After months of struggling with the idea of
You just got done telling me two weeks ago you didn’t need anyone and that you’re doing things you’d never do, because you are on your own. Now, you’ve moved on to someone six years younger than us. You didn’t want me, but you’d rather be with a child? That stings a little.
Why do you need me to be happy loving her? You make no sense, none at all. Just keep your eyes shut, hope you’ll never miss what you didn’t see.
I know I push you away. I know I don’t respond to half your texts. And I know you think I’m ridiculous for that. Especially because we’ll be going to school together in a few months, and I have no reason to worry anymore. But to be honest with you. I’m scared. I don’t like
Dear G, I hear victims have an emotional attatchement to those who have abused them. I guess you could say I do too. It has been five years since I’ve seen you. Five years of recovery. Four of them denying it happened at all. I’m proud to say I’ve come a long way. But I
I told you how i felt and you just stayed the same. Nothing changed, nothing about us changed you just smiled like it was nothing. I know you are married but the thought and fear that went through me was horrible. I wanted to see your face to see you laugh to see you smile..