DISCLAIMER : I guess you could say I’ve been going through some personal stuff. These letters are simply my way of releasing my angst out into the universe. If you have any insight or wisdom you think might help me work things out, keep it. I’m not looking..
I think someday you might wish you’d tried harder for me. Someday you’ll wish you had smiled at me, or just spoken your mind, maybe had some more faith, or made a little more time.. I think you’ll wonder if it might have changed things for us. If you’d bought a dozen roses for me reason or gone dancing or just held me when I cried would we still be right here? And who knows what the answer is to that? I sure don’t; but I wish to God somehow I did.. But there’s no changing it now; there’s no going back, moving on.. We’re both stuck here in the middle of what was. Hardly a shadow of what once felt like forever.. how sad is that?
I think I’ve broken my own heart… I can’t stop all this bleeding and I’m dying inside…