i've decided to start this blog off with 13 letters that i wrote to 13 people in my life.
dear you,
what does "impervious" mean? wrong adjective; i just looked it up.
i think i am imperiously falling for you.
i have been as disloyal as someone could be; but my heart still holds the a thousand affinities to your name.
everybeat of my heart is back to the patio&umbrella overlooking the table where you placed your hands on my shoulders&called me gorgeous.
i think my mind has made me love you more than i've ever loved anyone-- tell me-- is that a good thing?
does it scare you that i know this much? i love you with a love that is so impervious (that's the right one this time...) that i couldn't imagine us not being together.
at least now i have a good reason to visit the ocean and let the water taste me.
i will lose this weight (even though you say i shouldn't) so i can be the perfect woman (for me, not you,) and then i will bask in the glow of the love-love you have so thoughtfully&selfish/selfless-ly bestowed upon me.
i love you i love you i love you.
that is all.
♥me.
dear you,
i feel left out of your life.
i fear for not only it but hers as well.
she's so innocent.
why didn't you invite me???
why was it so easy for him to take away the love we had for each other?
why did you let him?
♥???me.
dear you,
i cried thinking of you tonight. i miss you.
i miss that look on your face when i asked for a fork instead of chopsticks.
i miss the way you kissed me when i left your apartment the next morning.
i miss the way you let time slip on by when you were with me.
i miss the way you reacted when i kissed you this last time. you knew it was coming.
but most of all i just miss your beauty&the way we just were.
♥me; forever&ever.
dear you,
i think you crave more attention than any one person can give.
i thought i could.
i cannot.
maybe i never should have told you i loved you.
but who are you trying to kid???
you wanted to hear it as much as i wanted to say it.
whatever.
♥not; me.
dear you,
i lied.
i do feel a little bit guilty.
a little bit.
♥me.
dear you,
sometimes i wish that you'll fall for me when we run into each other in your hometown.
i say this because i want to know that one person out there still feels the same way about me as they said before...
i am coming.
just fall for me again.
boost my self-worth.
♥me.
dear ME,
it's time for a new diet.
stop eating so much of one thing.
lose that weight, dammit.
♥YOU.
dear you,
i certainly don't feel like your mistress; your love, anymore.
♥me.
dear you,
can i be your lolita?
♥me.
dear you,
there goes my hero; watch him as he goes.
♥me.
dear you,
is there some sort of scientific explanation for me having both flashbacks of being a french whore and having dreams-- lots of dreams-- about being a VERY powerful witchy woman???
♥me; the one&only...
dear you,
i know you're out there, secret admirer.
♥me.
dear you,
again, all i ask is for you to love me unconditionally without a doubt; and be loyal loyal loyal.
i love you.
♥me.
