hello
it is me again.
well, it is the version of me from now
not the old version of me.
I think about you sometimes
I think about how you are doing
how you have changed
I mean you have to have changed
it has been 10 years
I often wonder
if what we had was real
we were so young
but were we really in love?
have you ever wondered
if it was real or just a fantasy?
I kept that gem
purple
rough around the edges
beautiful
I kept it for over 10 years
and I am not really sure why
I guess it was because you Tok my heart first and I thought it was special
that it meant something
and maybe it did
but it doesn’t anymore
and that is where I stand
I meant something
I was special
but that doesn’t mean I am now.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
hello
it is me again.
well, it is the version of me from now
not the old version of me.
I think about you sometimes
I think about how you are doing
how you have changed
I mean you have to have changed
it has been 10 years
I often wonder
if what we had was real
we were so young
but were we really in love?
have you ever wondered
if it was real or just a fantasy?
I kept that gem
purple
rough around the edges
beautiful
I kept it for over 10 years
and I am not really sure why
I guess it was because you Tok my heart first and I thought it was special
that it meant something
and maybe it did
but it doesn’t anymore
and that is where I stand
I meant something
I was special
but that doesn’t mean I am now.
this is part one of a five part series of letters I wrote to all the men who broke my heart and took a piece of it with them.
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