I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whispered
For just us to know
Told me you loved me
So why did you go away?
Away
I do recall now the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms
But now I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is that
I don’t know how to be something you miss
> I never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
I do remember
The swing of your step
The life of the party, you’re showing off again
And I roll my eyes and then
You pull me in
I’m not much for dancing
But for you I did
Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There’s not a day when I don’t miss those rude interruptions
But now I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is that
I don’t know how to be something you miss
Never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe
And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it’s nice where you are
And I hope the sun shines
And it’s a beautiful day
And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in weather and town
But I never planned on you changing your mind
So I’ll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is that
I don’t know how to be something you miss
Never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips
Forever the name on my lips
Just like our last
Dear B,
We haven’t spoken in 2 months - maybe the longest we have gone since we first met each other 5 years ago. I always want to call you, to email you, to message you, but I often restrain myself. You are better off - in your new life on the other side of the world - and I am better off in mine. We don’t need each other anymore. We weren’t good friends to each other, we weren’t good lovers to each other. We are better off apart.
Or, at least, that’s what I keep telling myself. And, to be honest, I am sick of it. I am in love with you. Head over heels in love. You are the last thing I think about when I go to bed at night and the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. And while I’m sleeping? You’re there too - in my dreams. I am petrified of telling you because I know there is no way that we can ever be together. You’re gone - stuck in Europe - for the next two years.
I shouldn’t love you. I should hate you. After all that you have done to me. Lied to me. Cheated on me. Betrayed me. You were never Prince Charming. Never honest. You were the typical asshole. But, the first time you were honest with you, the time you told me that you had slept with someone else, was the time I realized I was in love with you. That was almost two years ago. I am sick and tired of keeping this secret. I am scared to tell this secret.
So, B, I write you this anonymous letter in hopes that I don’t have to tell you that I love you, but in hopes that you will feel it. I hope that one day - despite all that we have been through - that I become as honest with you as you were with me.
Love,
C
-from LeLove
It’s been so long since I’ve updated this space. We’ve gotten back together and broken up so many times since, and it’s kinda pathetic how I keep going back to him.
One year ago on this date, he bailed on our first date. I was pissed! We had our first date all planned out and I really needed him on that date because it was my father’s birthday and he had other things to do. Explained and I was fine with it.
One year down the road.
We’ve been through so much, both bad and good. And we’re back on the 16th of December again. This time we were together (physically. not together, together) We were at camp and he was hanging out with my friends and I. Although we aren’t a couple anymore, it was just really nice to have him there with me. Finally he was doing what a boyfriend should be doing. He was hanging out with my friends and I! Though, I know that all he was doing was being his usual friendly self and nothing more.
I do hope that we have a future, but for now all I can do is put on my poker face and just pretend everything is fine and dandy! :)
Till the next update, xx
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Loving the stripes!
Is it black with white lines or white with black lines? Hmm..
