I always feel a prying demand to write when you come back around.
Darling, our story lives on as I knew it would.
It may not end well, like most love stories, but I do know I have patiently awaited this day for many a months.
You told me at the departing of 6B that you would in fact see your tum again.
You told me not to let anyone tell I'm not worth it, even when you said I wasn't.
You were unable to move on as easily as you thought.
I think leaving an impact that strongly on someones life is so flattuous.
That moment when Edward told us how hard life was, was such a beautiful moment.
Crying over you was the most satisfying love that I Have yet known.
You're coming back for me and that is something my dreamery has not let me cease to acknowledge night upon night.
Now they have ceased as you return.
I dream of myself once more and not of your face.
I have peace again.
Another goodbye is inevitable but will be nothing compared to the last.
We will lay again for hours making love, laughing, and fantasizing intimately on our dreams.
My best friend will be there once more for me to pour every intricate thought onto.
He always listened to what was spoken from these broken lips.
Although this will be my destruction, God it is so worth knowing you.
The moment you cannot explain why you love someone is more powerful than making up reaosns to satisfy yourself with unhappiness.