Dear jack,
I didnt see you at school today, I wanted to ask Sammy or Johnson but I didnt have the nerve to ask about you. I really hope your okay. Even though we're not dating anymore seeing you makes me happy the way I look at it there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say and do light up the world and make you feel warm they are a human sunshine, you were my human sunshine you still are. I wish I could just talk to you I need to hear your voice your words pierce my skin like knives and run through my vains like poison rushing through my body trying to find an escape to keep me from going insane your my antibiotic I need you inorder to feel good, without you I could die. You dont understand that you devote outstanding felicity to me that no one could comprehend. My passion for you illuminates the night sky like the winsome moon but you dont see it im afraid you never will jack. I will do anything for us, I'm starting to wonder would you have done the same? I question every living moment if I was the reason you left I need to know but I cant go up and ask you I'm afraid, afraid of the truth I dont want to get hurt but I'm already hurt, thats the thing. Love can be a magical feeling it can also be the worst, being in love and being broken from love feel the same doesnt it? I feel pressure to keep you happy but after its all over regret, guilt, it over takes me but if I wanted to be hurt from love I want you to be the one that breaks my hart in half and thats what you did but now I wish it hadnt of happend. That probably sounds silly and im probably making a fool out of myself by still loving you but I cant help it. I go to sleep and my last thought is about you. when I wake up my first thought is about you. all my thoughts are about you good and bad its a habbit thats hard to break. sometimes I wish you could be with me, just to sit with me forever in each others arms but all I can do is imagine and think theres still someone way to fix us
Sincerely, Nichole
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Casualebeing in love is something that we've been given, but we all know it ends sometime, but how do you take it? you could either be broken hearted or a broken person but what's the difference? did we even understand love? we obviously did if I feel this...
