Dear John, I don’t know why I still put myself through this. Why I still like you after everything you have done to me. I really don’t. All I know is it’s still the same. The feeling I’ve had for you since day 1. Maybe I can bury it again. Like I did earlier this year. I wish I could but it haunts me to know that no mater what I’ll still feel the same. Even if I bury it. So here’s to the wishful thinking that either my feelings will change or yours will.
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