I haven't read your blog in a while. I don't know why; it's not that I don't care, I just... drifted away from blogger.I don't know why you're so upset or what's wrong. I really wish I could help. I'd give anything to see you happy, but I don't know how.But I'm also a little mad at you. At how you neglect me. You pop in and out of my life and say how much you care and then... nothing.You keep letting yourself be hurt, and it's not right. I still cry whenever I hear you're upset. Or at least tear up.You say no one ever writes about you; I did. And I would if I knew it weren't futile. And I always wanted to buy you flowers - since we started talking. Azaleas, you know?I truly do love you. And miss you. And wish we could really be friends instead of this nomadic communication.I'm not sure you'll read this, and I've gone on long enough, but... I really hope that everything will be okay for you. And I hope you'll come around and let me be your friend.Goodbye for now, lovely.
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