I am so sorry that I ended us back in January. I didn't want to hurt you, but you scared me so much with some of the things you told me. Remember back in April or may, whenever our college was having the overnight? How I got my host to let me go with you, and I know you didn't realize it then, but I knew I still wanted to be with you. That night you had your hand just sitting there, all I wanted to do was grab it and somehow let you know that I wanted things to be perfect again. Then summer came, and as I worked my jobs in order to come and be with you, I regretted all the nights that I couldn't talk with you, that I wasn't able to express my feelings. The days were long, and I couldn't wait to be at college with you, to start a whole new chance. Now I've determined that I want to move up here later in life, and you are out of the picture. Cause now it's like last year again, where I like you and you like someone else. It's so hard. I miss you. We aren't talking anymore, cause you went behind my back with her, and you thought that us becoming closer meant I would have hope for the future. The more you pushed me away, the harder it became, the more I needed to shout, scream, to tell you that no one could ever love you more than I could. And now, you're gone. You're with my opposite, the girl who's pretty and dances, who is older and wiser and doesn't have to hide who she is at home. It hurts so bad. I don't have courage enough to tell you straight up I love you, that I want a second chance. You won't give me it though. I have to walk the campus in a state I'm not from, three hours from home and without a rock to turn to. I miss you. I need to be the one you will cuddle with at night, who I can have a hug from. I don't need to be your everything, I just need to be something.
I love you.
H.
i heard that writing a letter like this can usually help with stress releif. so i did it and it felt better....now if she could read it.






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Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.
- Edgar Degas
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"I smelled you coming, Clarice."
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~Last breaths are like kisses
You'll never get enough~
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SomeTimes Life Gives Us So Many Reasons To Hate .. But When I Remember My Friends I Dont
Check Out My Gallery [link]
I'm not a vegetarian fruit fanatic or anything. Hence the blood orange reference.
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~Last breaths are like kisses
You'll never get enough~
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~Last breaths are like kisses
You'll never get enough~
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