Dear you,
Today I sat down with you, and I told you things I’ve never told anyone else.
I told you how beautiful you are, and how I had cried over you.
I had cried to a God I didn’t believe in and clasped my hands together, utter words of desperation.
A hole of despair, at the pit of my stomach, ate away at my heart.
I didn’t want to feel this way, so I told you.
I told you my love for you, but how I wish I was more in control.
And you listened. That’s all I could ever ask for.
You told me you were sorry, but you shouldn’t be sorry.
It was my fault, that’s all it ever was…
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
I love you.
-Frankly, not here
I told you how beautiful you are, and how I had cried over you.
I had cried to a God I didn’t believe in and clasped my hands together, utter words of desperation.
A hole of despair, at the pit of my stomach, ate away at my heart.
I didn’t want to feel this way, so I told you.
I told you my love for you, but how I wish I was more in control.
And you listened. That’s all I could ever ask for.
You told me you were sorry, but you shouldn’t be sorry.
It was my fault, that’s all it ever was…
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
I love you.
-Frankly, not here