a thousand unspoken words
11:13 a.m.

hey you,

this is how i started my letter to you this morning. only, maybe you'll never realize how much i didn't say. how, as i rambled on about random things and random events, that i wanted to scream and erase everything and tell you exactly how i feel. how do i feel? i don't even know anymore. i don't have any words, any idea of how to say what i want to. i don't even know if i want to say it. you said that people get attatched to you. you said that it was some weird thing, and how it bothered you. and so i promised. i promised that i would not get attatched, promised you that i would be different from everyone. promised you, promised myself, and now look where we are. i can't be another one of your hook-up girls. because, to me, what happened was more than that. even you said so. there was something more. i think that the main thing is, i thought of you in a different way than i have ever thought of anyone. so now i don't know how i feel about anyone anymore. is it possible to fall in love with you? in two weeks? less than that, because of what happened. maybe only one. one week. is it possible? the song on the cd didn't make me cry because of it's sounds, it was the memories that came with it. you made me see clearly. i never loved him, i only thought that i did. i never loved him. but now i don't know...do i love you?

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