written from my heart

I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.

Did you love him?“ “Yes.” “Did he love you back?” “Sometimes.

“Why’re you always alone?” Asks a boy besides me. “There’s a tremendous difference between being alone and being lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out by myself. I don’t have to be dependant on other people. I won’t have people to make feel like I worth nothing or make me cry. I just like being alone” I explain.

You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

I wanted to love you. I really did,” she says. “But you don’t.” His tone is bitter, but his expression is broken. “No,” she says. “I don’t. “But, god, I wish I did.

All I wanted from you was attention and to feel wanted and loved. I know that I was a pain in the ass and annoying. So much changed in so little time. I thought you were my forever because when you told me I was your dream come true but stupid me I believed you. Because all you did was leave when I needed you the most.

One day, years from now, you will be lying alone wondering what went wrong and I hope I cross your mind and you think “Man.. I fucked up.. she really loved me.. she was worth something and I broke her.”

You walked away and all I did was watch you, because no matter how hard I tried to make you stay, you still left.

“I don’t think she loves me anymore,” he admitted between drinks. Little did he know, while he was drunk and talking about me to other people, I was at home wearing his sweater and crying because I should have been with him

“She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.”

But it’s nice to know that at some point in your life I was exacly what you wanted.