Maybe I will show you this one day...
I'm writing this cause it's time. And it's been over three years since I fell in love with you, two since I got hope, and once for a reason. And it only lastet what, not even two months. Since it was enough. Guess thats allways been my problem. Never being, or getting enough. This summer, I loved you more then ever, and it was just after promising myself I was over you. You hurted my like never before. I think you know it. I think you saw the scars. Not even the deepest and most twisted once. Or the ones on my heart. It's your fault. And I'm been blaming and punishing you. With drunken calls and feelings. I'm sorry.
It's almost Christamas. Do you remember the gift I got you last year? I were so in love with you, and with another guy. And I almost cried when I had to say yes, when you asked if I still were with him.
It's only been about a week since I drunken called you for the last time. Cause something happend just after. And I'm in love. The last week has been a rollercoster of ups- and downs. But today actually, we're going on a date. I'm nervous. You've allways been the only one. I've been asking myself why alot, and I think i just found it tonight. When i woke up in the middle of the nght again.
The radio on, with Goodbye Philadelphia. I just somehow thought of you for like, the first time since I fell in love, with someone else then you. You had to be the one, you we're so perfect. You actuallt listed when I told told you no.
It was too good to be true, and of course it was. You were everything I could wish for. Everything but in love with me.
"I hope you find somebody who
Will love you like I do "
I think I'm ready to change the last word to did.
Diary by Polly
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Written on 2007-12-08 at 12:10
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Letter to the lover
Dear Lover.I'm writing this cause it's time. And it's been over three years since I fell in love with you, two since I got hope, and once for a reason. And it only lastet what, not even two months. Since it was enough. Guess thats allways been my problem. Never being, or getting enough. This summer, I loved you more then ever, and it was just after promising myself I was over you. You hurted my like never before. I think you know it. I think you saw the scars. Not even the deepest and most twisted once. Or the ones on my heart. It's your fault. And I'm been blaming and punishing you. With drunken calls and feelings. I'm sorry.
It's almost Christamas. Do you remember the gift I got you last year? I were so in love with you, and with another guy. And I almost cried when I had to say yes, when you asked if I still were with him.
It's only been about a week since I drunken called you for the last time. Cause something happend just after. And I'm in love. The last week has been a rollercoster of ups- and downs. But today actually, we're going on a date. I'm nervous. You've allways been the only one. I've been asking myself why alot, and I think i just found it tonight. When i woke up in the middle of the nght again.
The radio on, with Goodbye Philadelphia. I just somehow thought of you for like, the first time since I fell in love, with someone else then you. You had to be the one, you we're so perfect. You actuallt listed when I told told you no.
It was too good to be true, and of course it was. You were everything I could wish for. Everything but in love with me.
"I hope you find somebody who
Will love you like I do "
I think I'm ready to change the last word to did.
Diary by Polly
Read 591 times
Written on 2007-12-08 at 12:10
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