Reading your stories,
Reading your past,
Reading your poems,
It hurts me inside, it hurts to know I hurt you in ways I never meant, I would like to say I'm sorry for never giving a reason, I always did mean what I said to you, specially those cold harsh nights with you trying to stay warm, all the memories we had in such short time, all the things I gave up, and then yes I gave up, for what tho? Is my own question. I couldn't give you a good reason, because I had no reason my self, I just gave up. We changed as people, but one thing I truly remember is us. All those days with you by my side, you staring into my eyes, or on my shoulder, or in my arms, your kisses, all the things I could never forget, being with you. When I see you it's the first thing I think about, is us, our past, how could I forget? I read your stories, your poems, and couldn't help but remember the past, you were broken, I wasn't there, you we're hurt, I wasn't there, you were alone, I wasn't there, only if I knew how stupid I was, it could have changed everything back to how we were, perfect in our own little worlds, close at heart, but I got to tell you one thing I sure do miss you. Please write something back so I know it's really you, that I've always known, the sweet girl, that is really shown.

Are you there?
Why did you stop?
You were so good at what you did.
Because our lives changed and we moved on? I know I always come back to check on you, but there's always so few that I see from you, or never less nothing new. I see you from time to time, it was just a blink of an eye when we fell apart, where did all this time go? Where'd you go? Are you there? When you write, I see your passion, your emotions, your past, your present, your future, everything in one. I know you still check time to time but you never write back what happened?

I never said I was good at this but I do it for you, you use to say I was silly cute when I wrote to you.