Sep 14, 2010
Posted on Sep 14, 2010 in Cliche, Regret | 0 comments
Subject line: Frustrated
I have come to love you in many ways and also know that you will never have me. It’s been five years that we’ve worked together and every day I see the ebb and flow of your emotions. I want to bundle you up in my arms and caress you into a warm sleep next to me. There are times I cannot think of anything but you.
You think this is only about lust, but you have no idea how you’ve possessed me. There is so much about you that is beautiful and you still date losers who will never appreciate the finer points of your personality.
I dream of waking up next to you and whispering “good morning.”
Sep 12, 2010
Posted on Sep 12, 2010 in Regret, Sappy | 0 comments
Subject line: I miss you more then I can possibly express
I’m sure you’ll never see this, but even I’m sick of my phone calls, begging you to give me one more chance. I think about you all the time and I cry at least once a day. I made what I thought was the biggest mistake of my life when I cheated on you and then you forgave me and I freaked out and broke up with you. Breaking up with you, that was the biggest mistake of my life. I get that I don’t deserve and am unlikely to get another chance. I can’t believe what a idiot I was. I love you so so so much. Being without you is breaking my heart. I go through the motions of my life but all the good stuff, starting school again, being healthy, being with my friends all feel empty without you. I finally understand the concept of “missing a part of you” because you are gone I am missing a part of me. The best part. You said I’d be all right and I will and am for the most part. Except for the missing you deeply every day things are ok. I can’t be awesome without you though. I can’t call up Captain Awesome without our ring powers activating. I love you. I miss you. I’d do anything to get you back.
Sep 12, 2010
Posted on Sep 12, 2010 in Regret | 0 comments
Subject line: Josh, do you think I’m crazy?
This sucks. I know I was kind of rude the last time we spoke, but you aren’t bruised, I know that! You’re okay.
I hit pretty hard, but you’re a tough cookie. You did see me crying after, right?
I’m sorry I was awful, but I would love to make it up to you?
How about I make dinner?
I’ll try to muster up the strength to text you in a few days.
