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efrfrsfgfvfs.
How the hell did this topic get back up? *erases old post* |
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![]() Sharie. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 2,429 Joined: Dec 2003 Member No: 103 ![]() |
"Dear" That Someone,
Ah, I don't even know where to start on my inquiries about you. You're so mysterious in my mind...maybe that's what's keeping you so "enticing." I don't know whether you're dropping hints or fooling me, giving me false hope, or being one step closer. I don't understand what you do, I don't even know you at all. That's what is making me so confused and full of headaches. It's just a feeling that's locked inside me heart, and it's not fading away like I hoped to. Of course, I did have the constant worry that it wouldn't. It's making me so confused and kind of empty. I feel like I'm not anybody anymore. I dreamt of you a few times, pretty crazy and will probably scare you. I just imagined seeing you for the last time...and the last time and last time and the last time. I know I'll never see you again, so I'm just doing this, and hurting myself. Who are you again? What kind of a person are you? What are the bits and pieces of you put together, really is as a whole? I wish I got to know you more...or may it be the other way around. That I never knew you, or tried to find out about you because of that one stupid reason. And all that for a person I end up hating and despising. Somehow, I felt like I had a bond with you there. What you did on the last day really did hurt me. I didn't get it, so that's why I assumed and made up excuses. Inside my heart, I wanted to find the true reason. I want to ask you so bad, why....why. You couldn't have done it on accident. I saw you, I saw your reactions after you said those words. But, in the end...I still wouldn't get it. I want to talk to you, but in the end...I knew it wouldn't work out well. May this be a mystery? The questions I will forever wonder about in life? The regrets I will always ponder about when I have free time? I'm going to dread it, but I guess it's a payback for not ever doing anything about it. I never took the liberty to do what I wanted to do. I have not the courage, and I'm weak. p.s- I can't believe writing to you made me cry...last thing I'd expect. Thank you, or should I hate myself for letting myself go? |
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