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An overthinker deprived from the state of California, writing to the youth of America in hopes of her return.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

To My 'Love'

Sometimes in life there are things I can't explain to you. Your the one I love, like and lust. You will always be that to me. I've tried to get over you, but when I look at other people I find myself looking for you inside them.
I've loved you since the day I first saw you. Ever since then, you've been the one I dream about, write about, and live for. I would do everything in my power to please you, because your opinion matters the most to me. Your the only one that ever mattered this much to me, I can't get over you. The other's were different. I don't care about them anymore.
To me, it doesn't matter how much you hurt me. As long as you're with me, it doesn't matter. It will always heal. My Family can't help me. Nor can my friends. They say I don't give it time, they say if I didn't look for you everywhere and keep holding on to hope, I wouldn't love you anymore. But that's the most diffcult and painful thing I have EVER done.
I'm sorry. You probably have figured out exactly why I was by your house that day. I'd get on my knees and beg to you if I knew you'd forgive me. But I know it would never work, because you hate to see me.
I know why you said 'Hi' to me that day. If you were alone you would have treated me like you always did. But he was with you. And that changed everything. Not only for you, but for me too. I sat up nights trying not to think of you. Never works.
I always heard in quotes that the 'one you can never get over' is the one for you. If that's true I'll wait for you. But we both know that will never happen. We may never see one another ever again. At least not with him around, but still I want to see you. No matter how much it hurts.
If we ever find our way together in the end, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and being who you want me to be. I owe you that. Always. I would be living the best days of my life.
I have never forgotten anything you ever said to me. I never forgot the dates either. I kept everything you ever signed, touched, and as for that jacket when you hugged me, I never washed it. And it smells just like you still.
I'll be waiting for you--for a while. I won't forever. You'll always be my first choice, and the one I'd give up everything for.
Why, after everything you've done?
Because I'm still in love with you.

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