Friday, 16 July 2010
10:47:46 PM (GMT)
Again, you come and keep going. I know you felt something though, say what you
want… but I see it in you when you look at me. I must be worth a slight bit if you
keep coming back. After we’ve talked about never being what we use to be ever
again. You said you didn’t want it anymore… but I know you will always keep
coming back. I should put it to an end, but hunny… I can’t. The thing I see in
you is great, it’s wonderful. And I want to come back, and what I feel for you…
I’m sorry but it won’t ever go away. You know it won’t either.
You know me so well, it’s crazy. I hate how much you do… It bothers me because
you always know when something isn’t right… Even when I fake everything! That’s
a pretty special gift you’ve got. I hate how you are so god damn honest… But I
love that you don’t lie to me about anything. I wish I’d meet more people like
that, just… straight up with everything, like you…’
I am happy with my life though, and it’s completely okay that you aren’t in it
that much... Sometimes I wish you were around every day or… at least more than half
of the time. Save me from being by myself. I do get a bit upset that you just…
sometimes quit talking to me off and on. Like I did something to you… Maybe it’s
because I’m annoying or boring… Or the fact that you know I miss you so fucking
much. You’re afraid of that too. Which to me is quite funny.
I wish we were the same like we use to be. I wish I could have at least called you
mine. I wish you weren’t so afraid of getting hurt and give it… more of a try.
I’m sorry I complained so much to you.
Hell, I’m sorry for a lot of things because you… kind of made me feel like a
screw up. You’d turn around and fix that and I’d say that’s the nicest thing
you’ve ever done for me is fix it. I don’t know… I’m dumb. You did change me
though, and I’ll never be the same as I was , at least in the heart. You hurt me
multiple times, dear. Was that you intensions? It’s alright now, I’m better.
I want you back.
But this time, I really want you.
I miss you, dearly.
I don’t care about the past.
Last edited: 16 July 2010