Dear You,
17th March 2008,
Dear you,
It's been six months now, and I feel stupid for writing you. I know you won't reply. I don't intend to send this, but if by some strange way this makes its way to you, then I guess it was meant to. I don't even know why I'm writing. I probably have something subconciously to say to you, but I don't know what it is.
I don't like myself without you.
Love me.
Dear you,
It's been six months now, and I feel stupid for writing you. I know you won't reply. I don't intend to send this, but if by some strange way this makes its way to you, then I guess it was meant to. I don't even know why I'm writing. I probably have something subconciously to say to you, but I don't know what it is.
I don't like myself without you.
Love me.