My fucking boyfriend.
We are 15, and have been dating for almost three years. He cheated on me a little while ago, just a kiss, while he was high and drunk. That isn’t an excuse, I know, but I love him. It took me about a month, but I started to work on forgiving him. After a while of the shortened leash, he keeps saying that I was being clingy.
Earlier today I told him to call me later or text or whatever so that we could hang out.
It’s 8:32. I’m home alone. My mom went to fuck her boyfriend in Hollywood. I am alone, and pissed off, and he won’t FUCKING ANSWER MY TEXTS. I’m literally on the verge of tears, and he’s fucking pissing me off.
Best part: I am very OBVIOUSLY out of his league.
When I left you so unfeelingly, so uncaringly, so flippantly, you spent months inviting me back into your life. In the end, you told me I was wrong and that you would laugh when my bad karma caught up to me.
I am sure you are laughing now. I am so unhappy where I am! I would do anything to go back and reverse what I did to our relationship. The person I chose instead of you seemed sweeter, more loving, more devoted. You turned out to be the more generous, the more caring and giving by far.
You had trouble showing how much you loved me, but that didn’t mean there was no love in there. Sometimes you were angry and overreacted, but not as much as I did, in the end.
I’ll always love you, and I’ll be sorry for the rest of my life.
i can’t tell you how truly amazing you are to me. you have made me realize who i am and who i want to be. i have never wanted to be without you and i dream everyday of growing old together. i love you and i swear i’ll never leave you. you have my heart for forever and ever.
love is truly about taking risks and sometimes…..
we take the wrong road and choose the wrong person….
or maybe its that one person who chose the wrong one
who in the end that wrong one is US
i’ am still trying to figure out that puzzle
By Jacqueline A.
I miss you a lot. Every time I think about calling you, I almost do, but then I think, I don’t want to take up your time, especially if you’re busy and don’t want to talk to me. Everyday, I almost call you, because I miss hearing the sound of your voice, and the conversations that we have, even if it’s only for a few minutes. If you find that once you’re done soul searching, if you find out that you still want to be with me, I’ll be here for you. I’m going to wait for you. I forgive you of all the mistakes you did, or will do, because everybody makes mistakes, and they are what makes us unique. You’re not a bad person. I still love you, because I think you’re worth it, even if you don’t think so. I hope you come back to me, because…I…Love…You.
I love you so much it hurts. Every time you send me a friendly ‘i love you,’ I well up with tears and tell you ‘i love you too,’ only I say it from the depth of my heart. I want to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. I want to be your everything, like he is. But I can’t be. I’m just not your kind, I’m not your kind. People tell me how perfect we’d be together, but all I can tell them is, “too bad, he’s gay.” And the hole in my heart grows bigger, and my soul sinks even lower. I love you, so much it hurts. I can’t stand it anymore. I get so close to telling you my true feelings, but I don’t want you out of my life. Maybe one day, but not right now. Gosh, Joey, I love you. I love you.