Dear Noah- Not quite sure why I still refer to you as Noah. You are obviously not my happy ending. I don't know what you really felt when you told me how you were feeling. I don't know if you were lying. Signs point to lies. Signs point to truth. I don't know which one it is. And quite frankly, I don't care anymore. You are my past. A past I can't get rid of. I don't know if I really want to either. You were the first. The one who taught me to love. Within us, I discovered passion. Thank you for that; now I can love someone else just as passionately.
Dear Marvel- All I really want to say to you is that I hope you find happiness. I was unfair to you. And a little unfair to myself. I went along with everything you said, kinda followed your lead without really looking at what I really wanted... I'm sorry I gave you false hope. I hope you find a really tan blonde, just like you like em..
Dear Ty- I can't even explain what this is. But it's something I never want to let go of. You're the first person ever blow Jacob out of the water. And that day we went hiking to the water fall and it decided to pour on us and you grabbed me and kissed me with passion that I haven't ever felt before. I looked into your eyes and saw something. Something in those brown eyes of yours. I think you might be the reason I'm here.
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