Friday, December 08, 2006
Do you see what is happening here, in this blog, my love?
I do not write about my sadness, or my pain as I used to.
The more I write, the more I sit and think, the more time passes I know the truth
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I don't care about my sadness anymore; I don't care about adhering to principles, I don't care about my sense of betrayal.
I love you so much, and I want to make you love me again.
I want to make you love me again so that I can never, ever let you go again, and so you will never leave again; I want to spend my life with you, till the day I die.
I do not write about my sadness, or my pain as I used to.
The more I write, the more I sit and think, the more time passes I know the truth
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I don't care about my sadness anymore; I don't care about adhering to principles, I don't care about my sense of betrayal.
I love you so much, and I want to make you love me again.
I want to make you love me again so that I can never, ever let you go again, and so you will never leave again; I want to spend my life with you, till the day I die.
