Random
Sometimes, at least once in my life, I wish I could know everything. I d0n’t feel so fine as I was yesterday.
Not even close. I don’t need to understand what I read today, I know. Maybe it’s not what I thought, but still, it hurts, since it’s not the first time it happens. Perhaps it was just a random comment. Perhaps it wasn’t. He’s never gonna read this, he never does, but still, I’m writing everything down so I won’t even think of crying… I’m not always like that.
I love him like no one in this world. I don’t think he understands everything I’m feeling. He’s my everything. I never thought I could find anyone like him. I wish there was a way to finally be with him, but right now, there isn’t…
As this Theory Of A Dead Man’s song says “Is never enough to say I love you”, and if he read this, he would know this. Sometimes I need him to tell me anything else, not just that. I wish he could tell me he needs me or how important I am for him. But he won’t say anything, cause he’s never gonna read this… he never does… he never will.
