8:32 p.m.

Oh... Jeff.. This is th e 3rd or 4th time I've writting to you in here.

I love you. I love you to death.

I have to stop making you into someone your not. In my mind I've altered you to meet my needs, to be who I want you to be.

I think of your voice and get the chills.. Think of your stiffness(not like that) .. how not boy-friend-ish you are. How you act so tough all the time. I know that's not you.

I've showed you love.

Can't I get some back?

I don't want anyone else. I never really have.

Bye baby... I really do love you. And I hate it

-R.

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