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.