All I can think of...
All I know...
Thats it, its over. Maybe theres another way, but I dont care.
I like it this way. As The Goo Goo Dolls put it so simply "I just want you to know who I am." Thats all. I love you but theres no telling what will happen. There is, as I've noticed, most definitally, other options. But again, I dont care. I love you, and not that stupid teenage drama movie love, the love of who you are, who you were, and who you shall become. The love of how you look, from the moment you wake up, till the moment you go to sleep. I feel like you and I could do great things, make a great family, and make eachother happy. "How much time do I have? Will it ever happen? What can I do to make it to her? Why is it so hard to talk to you? Why do I keep listening to her favorite songs?"
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