• Archive for August 14th, 2012

    is it just me?

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Interested? • 6 Comments

    it feels like we had a moment. actually that’s an understatement. every encounter we have had feels like a ‘moment’. you have a way of getting under my skin and i can’t decide if i like it or not. since the first second i saw you i felt a tug at my heart. that’s the

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    To You

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Closure • 1 Comment

    I miss you. If I bump into you in the next few weeks, which I probably will, I will not tell you this because it isn’t allowed. Lots of things aren’t allowed. Any form of communication. Thinking of you. Wondering. Missing. Even talking about you. None of these things are allowed because we ended. That’s

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    Te Echo De Menos

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    SAV- You blocked me. It hurt when she did it. But you said you loved me. And now… blocked.. Cut off. This is a new level of hurt. Do you remember when you came over and drank? How we threw bottle caps or whatever at each other, and I laughed loud, so loud? Because it

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    Get out of my head!

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I met you a couple of months ago. I knew from when I first spoke to you that I liked you. I thought about you a lot since then but I don’t know why because really, I don’t even know you. In fact I don’t even know your name! After reading an article in a

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    Dear JW

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 0 Comments

    To J, (dear seemed too formal) Thought I’d make a change from the drunken texts and speak true words with no influence. If life was simple I shouldn’t have to send this, I’d have you by my side, the way things were supposed to be and the way they were heading. I love you more

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    Childhood

    by  • August 14, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 1 Comment

    Dear Childhood, “When I grow up” I used to say, well here I am and it is not as wonderful as I had imagined. I remember playing teenagers. Thinking that being 14 was the ultimate freedom, an age where your parents finally trusted you to have boyfriends and drive cars and go to the mall

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