"I'm sorry for bothering you again. It's just that I miss you and I know I'm annoying you. I do but I physically and mentally can't ignore you. I'll-"
Stopping the text there I delete it and retype,
"I'm hoping you answer."
"I'm hoping you haven't forgotten me."
"I'm hoping..."
That you remember this girl you once called 'the love of your life'
Please...Remember to text me.
Think about me.
Do you do what I do? Do you constantly check your phone to see if I texted? Do you think about me when you wake? Do you type, and retype, before you finally send me a message hours later?
No? Yes?
Maybe I sound like a kid rightnow, and I do. To me, though, at the moment this is what I feel. This is how I think. This is how my thoughts slowly eat me each day. So don't call me a stupid girl. Don't say I'm blind. 'Cause young people can see what old people can't.
-Remember me the once loved ; )
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Thoughts Of the Once Loved
No Ficción"Even in the light my dark mind will always surround you, because you saved me from myself. Because even while everyone else was too busy with their own lives you were there every step of the way not knowing what I was feeling. Not knowing what I wa...
