I hate the fact that I love you. I cannot stop thinking about you, you are not here and I am sitting here wishing that I could hear your voice even if it is just for a minute.
You don’t know how much I miss you. I tell myself that I sound like a stupid teenager that has
no life. Time doesn’t help the situation at all. It’s going by so slowly; I don’t even know what to do with myself.
When my phone rings I look at it with the hopes that it is you who is calling me. yet I always get the painful taste of disappointment and find out that it is someone else.
I know that there are a lot of other woman out there but you are the one that could actually make me feel something happy inside and outside.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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1 comments:
gheee... the girl you're in loved with must be very lucky you give her all the love one could ever wish for.... such hopeless romantic romeo adoring juliet to no end.... love moves mountains, so they say.. in the same way, pens (blogs for that matter)... do..
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