Dear Rye Bread,
This is probably the seventh letter I've written to you. We don't talk anymore. We had our fall out quite a while back. Actually, from what I recall, it was exactly one year ago. Last summer. You changed my life, immensely though. I can't deny that. Not the slightest bit. And also, I'd be lying if I said that I don't think about you every day. I miss you. Damn it. I forgive you, for all the wrongs you've done, but that doesn't mean we'll go back to the way we used to be. I want to tell you that you are an amazing individual, but most people fail to see it because of your wacky, immature exterior, but on the inside, I know theres a boy in there, correction, a man, the one that any girl would be lucky to have. You're selfless, that you are, and people have taken advantage of that, but of course you don't see it. You've shown me things I wouldn't have thought of in my wildest dreams, really. You taught me how to trust without limits, how to love, unconditionally. I miss who you used to be, and even though that person is gone now, the memories will still live on. I love you. And I will, always.
Yours truly.
About me
- ooweeitspreet !
- Everything written in this blog is explicit by the way being straight from the mind, transferred through words. I felt that people don't really know the other side of me. I'm not always the usual fun and games, I also get down to business with literature being one of my guilty pleasures. My opinions are blunt. I don't share my point of view too often, if you ask me politely though I'll surely answer you with ease. Truthfully, there's only a handful of people who I can actually sit down with and have a legitimate conversation with. No, not about mama drama junk, but the real life situations. Like, politics or what is up with the "whadupp" kinda stuff. I get down with the get down. I speak my mind. Get at me. Thank You.