Echo From the Past...
"hey babe!
k, so im sitting here in a towl, which is killing the sunburn on my legs, and i finally decided that i should probably reply to you at this account so that i would finally have this address in my address book. *sigh*
so yea... thats pretty much it.
when i first decided to write this to you i almost wanted to put some heart felt sentiment into it. i dont know
i thought this morning was cute....*thinks...heehee "just wanted to see you" heehee*. *smiles*
adam youve changed everything. once you leave nothing will ever be the same. i can never imagine my life without you. and i dont think i want to.
"
There are some people who will live in their pasts forever. Their deathbead will hold nothing more than the remnants of all that had happened.
What sits above is a remnant of my past. For a while, it was all I had. It was a locket, you could say, yet I wore it all the time. As I slept, it wrapped around my neck, choking me.
But I put it away. Opening the top drawer, finding the trashcan...whatever the imagery, I was able to grow up. Yet I found it today and it brought my mind to a old yet new place.
I am Adam Brewer. That is who I am. And that doesn't mean a damn thing. I change into someone else from minute to minute. If anyone knew me, really knew me, then no one would ever write an email like this.
k, so im sitting here in a towl, which is killing the sunburn on my legs, and i finally decided that i should probably reply to you at this account so that i would finally have this address in my address book. *sigh*
so yea... thats pretty much it.
when i first decided to write this to you i almost wanted to put some heart felt sentiment into it. i dont know
i thought this morning was cute....*thinks...heehee "just wanted to see you" heehee*. *smiles*
adam youve changed everything. once you leave nothing will ever be the same. i can never imagine my life without you. and i dont think i want to.
"
There are some people who will live in their pasts forever. Their deathbead will hold nothing more than the remnants of all that had happened.
What sits above is a remnant of my past. For a while, it was all I had. It was a locket, you could say, yet I wore it all the time. As I slept, it wrapped around my neck, choking me.
But I put it away. Opening the top drawer, finding the trashcan...whatever the imagery, I was able to grow up. Yet I found it today and it brought my mind to a old yet new place.
I am Adam Brewer. That is who I am. And that doesn't mean a damn thing. I change into someone else from minute to minute. If anyone knew me, really knew me, then no one would ever write an email like this.