December 2010
I know I made the wrong decision. It’s past 11pm and I am overflooded with vivid memories of our summer and random flashbacks. I’m scared. I’m scared because I don’t know what you think. What you would say. If you’d even care. I mean, I know you’re capable of comprehending every little thing I am thinking about. Maybe the bottom line is that I miss you.
I miss...
Happy Birthday to me.
Because you're the only thing I dream about at...
I wish I would have got your number boy. I miss...
wow, unexpected feeling that I love you. Thanks feelings, I appreciate the sudden notice (:
I HATE when you text me. It makes me think of our memories.
Yes, I want you to kiss me in the pouring rain
I find it so ironic you care about that one person so much that doesn’t give a crap about you. Why do you still care about him? He only used you anyway. You still talk about him like you did when you were together.. Like you still like him. I am done with him, and you should be too.
