Hi…it’s me I know you don’t care to listen to anything I have to say but I have so many things on my mind, so many questions.
Could we just rewind our time together and pause at the exact moment where we went wrong. or where I went wrong?
I can’t sleep without thinking, what did I do so wrong to make you hate me or love me less? What happened to us against the world? now it’s you against me..
Please tell me why you can’t stand to hear my name or treat it like it is a forbidden word in your secret language in which I thought I understood but these days it has become questionable.
Do you remember the promise we made to one another? the one about never leaving each other behind? well I guess that was nothing more than a phrase to you which had no meaning to you but did you know it meant everything to me?
I cried every single day helplessly begging for you to just reach out to me or throw me a life jacket but instead you abandon me and left to drown because I couldn’t keep myself afloat.
Call me naïve but I really believed you were on my side, call me pathetic for thinking you truly loved me. call me whatever you want but just know despite the bitterness you were the sweetest love I ever knew.
Hey….I know you remember me because you told me you will never forget me but I hope you remember me as the only one who loved every part of you even though you tore me apart and left me with emptiness in my heart and soul.
One last thing please love the next person the way you couldn’t love me, you at least owe them that.
When you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon. You color outside the lines. You color however you feel. Blue elephants, purple trees, red bears, green oceans - it’s all good. As you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines, to color everything just like you see it. You end up painting by numbers, whether you actually paint or whether you write or sing or act or direct. I think you should create what you feel. Create outside the lines. I want to watch green oceans and red bears. I’d love to listen to purple trees. And I long to read blue elephants.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.
It is common to fall in love with an idea of someone rather than the actual person. Too many people make the mistake of only loving a person to an extent, which isn’t the way you should love someone at all. When it comes to love you must choose your person carefully, you must love whole heartedly. You must sacrifice deeply, compromise equally, practice patience, give your all willingly. Do not fall for an idea when you fall in love because in the end someone will get hurt.