P- I have been hurt, a lot, in a relatively short amount of time. I don’t know how else to put it but I’ve had multiple experiences with being left in the dark and heart broken. You seem wonderful. We mesh on so many things, but are different enough that I find you exciting and
Read more →How much time has passed? How much time have I wasted throwing myself at something that simply led to our drifting apart? 678 days, exactly. 678 days of what has amounted to pain and suffering on my part. Now, am I so contrived, as to think that those 678 days were for absolutely nothing? No.
Read more →How could you hurt me so much, so often, knowing how vulnerable and hurt I was already? What made you want to deceive and manipulate me? Why do you feel so greater than everybody else? You’re not the smartest, most handsome man like you’d like to believe. I didn’t see you as attractive at first,
Read more →What do you think of all this?- Of what we’re going through, of what you feel? You’d said I was your best girlfriend in a long time. What were the others like to be able to tolerate you? I can only guess it was all casual, insensitive. I wanted to tell you I loved you
Read more →I absolutely ache to receive a heart felt letter from you. I don’t think you can even begin to understand. We are on unsteady ground and I need you… I need you to tell me how you feel, I need to hear that I am important to your life. I need to feel it. Time
Read more →State of repentance: this wave is relentless. You can’t just ride the wave — you gotta OWN that wave. Forget the runners, just get the save. Blow it past ‘em ’til their offense caves. That’s how we make it to the top. We rock canvas in laid before us. But you are just a ghost.
Read more →Hello. There are so many things I want to say to you right now. I’ve kept these things inside me for twelve years now, in hopes that someday, you and I would be okay. Now, I realize that we will never be okay. No matter how hard I try, we will not be okay. I’m
Read more →It sounds rather silly of me to say things like this. It’s as though I cannot make up my own mind about who I am, WHAT I am, what I want… what I hope to get out of life. One minute I feel love for others, then the next, I can’t stand to associate and
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