Max jueves, agosto 03, 2006
Well, of course I've agreed to many things... I couldn't say no if I wanted your friendship. You're so special, did you know? You make me laugh and you listen. Lately I'd been feeling like it was only me imagining things, that you weren't there. I'm not so keen on saying 99.9% of a relationship is about being there when the other person needs you, but maybe it's true with you. I wish you'd say you love me a little more often. I wouldn't mind. But you won't, right? I must assume you do. I might be wrong. But anyway. Writing to you when I know you won't read this is a bit weird. You're weird as well. I am. Maybe that'll be my story and I better stick to it. Don't you go around not talking to me. I'll yell at you again.
I love you, I love you, and I love you. Everyday. All the time.
Etiquetas: de mis afectos, querido diario
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