Today, my sister came in, and she was leaving to Ohio, with her husband. Her huuusband left to go drive his car over there, cause it’s cheaper, and he doesn’t have a car charger for his phone, but every break for gas and food, he’d always call her. Also, my parents were talking about how they were showing a house for one of their sellers, and then they said they were lost, and they said they were only two miles away from south-bay galleria. On top of that, they brought in-n-out for dinner, and all I could think about was you. I thought, about how amazing it is to be able to get to call your loved one, whenever possible and how, you’d spend Fridays at your moms work in south bay galleria, and play pokemon, and talk with Naomi about it, and even contemplate on seeing a movie alone. Which I’d hate cause I’d freaking love to see a movie with you. LOL but anyways. It hasn’t even been a full day, and I miss you with my whole heart. The conclusion for the night? That’s not yet over, but definite conclusion, is that I miss you, and love you. And as of right now, I’m not going to give up on you that easily, not without a fight.
Don’t really know, seems like it’s going well, just seeing those pictures was a 9/11 to my heart, and his new profile picture? VICTORY! For that bold young , dashing, lovely young man. If by the way I see you walking on a street im gonna punch you in the throat and cut your legs off, make sure you don’t die, and kill your family, anybody that you have near to you, because for me you big dumb asshole, it was only her. I don’t know who the fuck you are. I don’t know why you had to do this to me, is it cause you only live once? Is it cause of something one direction told you? Fuck that cliché bullshit. I can’t believe you have the audacity, to go after her, even after you SAID you FUCKING KNEW that SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND. Now I don’t think she’d look at this anymore. Why couldn’t you just leave us alone?
Nobodies gonna read this, because I’m a nobody. I felt like, she was the one person in the world who saw me. I had a pair of eyes and hands with fingers meant for hers, and you stole her from me. I can’t hurt you. It wouldn’t make her happy. If I didn’t find the guys I can talk to right now, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. But if this fool, ever decides to hurt her, if he EVER decides to make her CRY, and HURT her, in any way, I swear on my life you’re a dead man. Or maybe that’s not the problem. Maybe it’s me? It probably is. I really don’t know. But these next few days, I don’t know how they’re gonna be. If you break her heart BOY I WILL BREAK EVERY SINGLE BONE IN YOUR BODY. If you don’t take care of her, and you leave her when she needs you, or when her parents fight, or when it’s that time of the month and you give up on her, My soul will not rest until you get what you deserve. Right now I’m waiting for Karma to slap you in the face and punch your vagina. Who the fuck are you to do this? One day, if I have children, I swear on my life, I’d teach them proper respect, towards ALL people, and the people they are ALREADY IN LOVE WITH. WHAT THE FUCK GIVE S YOU THE RIGHT TO STEAL HER FROM ME, WHO NEEDS HER MORE THAN YOU FUCKING DO?
I didn’t think I’d fall apart so quickly. I don’t give a damn if you get hurt. Take care of her, treat her as your princess, and more than your sunshine. Give the effort, of telling her you love her, EVERY SINGLE DAY, Even when she doesn’t like you anymore. Be with her when she needs you. Don’t believe her when she says she’s okay, make her day. You can do it better than I, I’m old news. Make Her Happy. Love her more than she loves you. Don’t find out things about her just because you’re curious, but because you actually care. You’ve got to live my dreams. Make her dreams come true too. Don’t worry, I won’t be that guy, who comes in and tries to steal her back, because absolutely NOBODY deserves to feel as I do, feel what I feel. This bullshit that you caused. Maybe it was me too.
My thoughts of Anger, Loss, Regret. Searching for Love and Wisdom, not yet to be found. And I know by the end of all 7, it won’t be me. It can’t be. You know what’s funny? I don’t think I’ve ever lost more sleep in my life. You know what? I’ll just pray. I pray that you take care of her. I pray that she’s happy, and I pray still for her family, and for yours, and the one you share, with your child Kylie, am I right? Thank You, for hurting me sir. I hope that, this pain would help Jesus take off some of the pain he goes through every damn day. I wish I could do it with love as he does, and I’ll try too. I Love You both. If you truly make her happy, I respect you. Don’t talk to another bitch, don’t check out another bitch, don’t fuck with no other bitch. And Nigga, if she decides she wants to talk to another guy besides you, and you’re butt hurt, i hope you feel no hurt, because motherfucker You did that shit too. To guess who? Me.
I’m in a battle within, the feelings of what I want to happen, and the feelings of things I know that should. The Evil part of me says go burn in Hell, and the Good part of me says I hope you both go to Heaven. I hope You both go to Heaven. I hope you bring your children with you, and I hope you teach your children to not steal lovers from one another. Fight for her, if she still wants you. And if she doesn’t, still fight for her, to protect her. Things won’t always turn out the way you want to, or maybe you’re blessed enough that it will. But take care of her. Don’t hurt her like I did. If she hurts you, don’t hurt her back. Love her unconditionally. Love her like your parents love one another, Love her like Jesus loves all, Love her through the thick and the thin, don’t give a damn what everybody else thinks. I don’t know how to end this. But take care of her.
It hurts. Right down to your stomach. That uncomfortable feeling, when you know you’re slowly drifting away from them. You’ll miss them, hopefully they think about you like you always thought about them. Till you’re just a faded memory. Then you suddenly disappear out of their lives. It hurts.
At least one person starts looking at old pictures going to places where they’ve gone with their other half and trying to fix everything that they once had. While the other person moves on and doesnt seem affected.