Dear Future Boyfriend.
Hi. The last time I wrote you a decent letter was when I was very sad, and I feel the same way today. Don't feel bad that I only write to you on days like these, because I felt like you were my only solace. But I don't want to dwell so much on whatever that causes my pain, I just want to talk about us.
I just wonder how you would be on times like this. Are you going to my house with an ice cream tub to make me feel better? Make sure it has nuts, or it's flavoured mango. Please don't be disappointed if I don't talk to much. I know you're not used to me only giving a slight smile. It's just so hard to talk, because if I do I think my tears would burst like a damaged water pipe. You don't need to do anything, don't force a smile. I know you're sad as well. Your mere presence is enough, you can cry with me if you want.
Are you going to take me out? I would love that. I hate isolation as much as I love it. Ironic as it sounds, but it's the truth. We don't need to splurge money, I just want to breathe and forget the sorrow I'm having even just for a short while. We can go see the sunset by the bay, sing me a song even if you don't sound so good, I'll love it. We can walk the streets our heroes used to walk in. We can appreciate flowers, too bad there are no sunflowers. We can even just sit on the couch at a cafe store, breathing the soothing aroma of coffee. Hold my hand. I need it. We can also have a silent picnic at night, where I can see the stars and appreciate them--you know I love them, don't you? Even better, we can catch one fallin, and as we lay down you might catch a tear fall. Will you hold my face and wipe it gently with your thumb? Will you kiss my forehead to make me feel better?
And as you walk me home are you going to hold both my shoulders and hug me tight. Please don't let go too soon. Your hug means a lot to me. Don't worry If I cry so much, you're the only person I'm comfortable being myself. You're the only person who knows that I can be weak.
I felt better writing this, for I felt love in a figurative way. I missed you. Please come soon--if time permits, of course.
Love,
Your Future Girlfriend.
Hi. The last time I wrote you a decent letter was when I was very sad, and I feel the same way today. Don't feel bad that I only write to you on days like these, because I felt like you were my only solace. But I don't want to dwell so much on whatever that causes my pain, I just want to talk about us.
I just wonder how you would be on times like this. Are you going to my house with an ice cream tub to make me feel better? Make sure it has nuts, or it's flavoured mango. Please don't be disappointed if I don't talk to much. I know you're not used to me only giving a slight smile. It's just so hard to talk, because if I do I think my tears would burst like a damaged water pipe. You don't need to do anything, don't force a smile. I know you're sad as well. Your mere presence is enough, you can cry with me if you want.
Are you going to take me out? I would love that. I hate isolation as much as I love it. Ironic as it sounds, but it's the truth. We don't need to splurge money, I just want to breathe and forget the sorrow I'm having even just for a short while. We can go see the sunset by the bay, sing me a song even if you don't sound so good, I'll love it. We can walk the streets our heroes used to walk in. We can appreciate flowers, too bad there are no sunflowers. We can even just sit on the couch at a cafe store, breathing the soothing aroma of coffee. Hold my hand. I need it. We can also have a silent picnic at night, where I can see the stars and appreciate them--you know I love them, don't you? Even better, we can catch one fallin, and as we lay down you might catch a tear fall. Will you hold my face and wipe it gently with your thumb? Will you kiss my forehead to make me feel better?
And as you walk me home are you going to hold both my shoulders and hug me tight. Please don't let go too soon. Your hug means a lot to me. Don't worry If I cry so much, you're the only person I'm comfortable being myself. You're the only person who knows that I can be weak.
I felt better writing this, for I felt love in a figurative way. I missed you. Please come soon--if time permits, of course.
Love,
Your Future Girlfriend.
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