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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

things i wish i could tell you
i fell for you the minute i laid eyes on you
every time you called me love,dear,sayang my heart would skip a beat, or maybe two
i knew that something would happen between us the minute i saw you
i like it when you call me wormy, or claudialaura
i like it when you make fun of me
i like it when you try to stay up at night with me
and
i like it when you always end up sleeping earlier
i wish i had never asked for the truth
i dream about you every night
these dreams are getting darker, and sadder by day
i can be anything you want me to be,
i want to be anything you want me to be
you're everything to me
every time you sent me songs, i would smile and listen to them all night
i still listen to your songs now, they're the only thing i have that reminds me of you, of us
i still read and re read your text messages
i still cry over the sweetness of it all
i miss being the girl who made you smile
you have stolen my heart
but i don't want it back,
because i don't want to give it to anyone else but you.
you didn't break my heart,
you killed it.
i can't let go, i would rather cry all night than let go
it's broken but i know that we can work it out
i always think i would end up with you, eventually
you were the best mistake i've ever made,
the best i've ever had.
i meant it, every time i said i love you
i can't stop stalking you
i love everything you hate about yourself
if you had asked me i would've said yes
because i love you so much,
aren't we meant to be together?

i love you most ardently, 2:19 PM.

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