October 2009
3 posts
Dear you,
This is a letter for you, only you. These are my deepest confessions and desires. Words that have been locked within me withering away are now burning to be let out.
This is for everything I have never said to you. Maybe it’s for how much I love you, or how much I hate you. For how much I appreciate you, or how much of my live you’ve wasted. There are things I want to laugh about and...
Just, Love.
It seems almost silly now, after everything’s been said and done. After havin’ ample time to think and discover and understand, it just feels like such a silly, childish thing.
But I think the worst of all, is to have to look back and reflect on a friendship with words like ‘silly’ and ‘childish’. All those I love you’s and I miss you’s, surely they...
Jealousy.
“You are mine - everything you do or say is mine. Your words, your loving, your mind; they all belong to me.”
Deep down, that’s what I want to believe. I’m so ridiculously possessive over something that’s not my own, something that doesn’t belong to me. Well, in this case, someone. It’s not even the fact that there’s still that feeling, but rather...
