I still love you.
7:08 p.m.

I think this is hard to understand. I'm going to break it down.

I love you, even now, even still. Even after all those times that you made me cry, after how worthless you made me feel, even without saying a word or without meaning to. I'll always love you, no matter what anyone says, no matter how many people try to convince me not to.

You weren't the only one that ever made me cry, but you definately were the only one that ever made me smile.

K

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