I've always wanted be a model. I've got the legs for it, at least that's what everyone says. I'm pretty, even I can see that. But, people say I'm full of myself. Even Amanda, my best friend, says that I wouldn't do a good deed unless I'm on camera.
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To: Honey
Hello, how have you been Honey? I've missed your smile Honey, I've missed it so much, that I've begun to dream of it. You said you no longer wanted me, Honey, but I can't stop wanting you.
I have changed for you my sweet Honey.
I no longer think of myself, or hair products, barely wear makeup, since you, Honey. I think of you accidentally, when eating those small sweets you liked. Oh Honey, I've become new.
Not do I only think of you, I think of others. I don't cut in line, I ask others if they'd like to skip me. See what you've done, Honey? You've changed me an are not here to see it.
When someone says "bump" I laugh loudly. Or if they speak of "chestnuts" my lips wobble, and tears spill.
Oh, I barely say "I", anymore. It's always "What about you?". Of course not now, Honey, for there is only me. Honey, you remember when we agreed to vacation in the mountains, learn the ways of nature? Honey, I've done it. Have you yet?
Do you remember it at all, Honey? It was the night we laid naked under the stars. It was when you called me gorgeous and for the first time I blushed. Did you know that, Honey? I've only ever blushed with you.
My hair is dirty, Honey, but I don't mind it. Little birds and animals are my friends. Have you ever slept in a tent, Honey? When we camped, we slept in your truck. I complained, but never minded much because, Honey, you where there, holding my waist. And Honey, that tickle on your lips? That was my kiss.
I never told. I was selfishly keeping it to myself, though now, since you don't want me, perhaps it is now self protection? My Honey, Honey dear, why can't you love me again.
I regret my mistakes, Honey, so stop regretting me.
I wish I could ask for you back, Honey, but that'd be only thinking of me. I want you to be happy with your Star. Even if it means my heart breaks instead.
Sincerely yours,
Lovely.
P. S.
I L . . . well, you know
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No, in case you are wondering, the story will not be like this. This is simply a letter from an ex lover. It is the now, the story will explain how the now came.
