What? When? Why? I love you. Forever.A Story by Jamie MayoI wrote this before we split. He meant so much to me. I just never got him to read this. Maybe he will soon. Maybe he'll come back. He meant my whole life.
You've asked me before, what do you want? And I would say nothing and that's because I've already received the best thing..and that is YOU and I want nothing more. Because nothing like jewelry, books, shoes, clothes, bags could compare to how much more you make me happy, so much happier. I know I don't mean that much to you, I know that I'm not that big a part of your life, I just wanna say that you mean that much to me. After my heart broke, you were there to fix it. You were there to help burn the pictures of the past and create new ones which I hope and I wish that you would treasure. I know that this won't last forever, someday, we'll go our separate ways, meet new people and fall in love with them. Maybe someday I'll be invited to your wedding and I'll see your lucky bride so full of joy, that day might come, and I don't know if grief will take over or happiness will be for me. Just thinking about that makes me sad, but what can I do? I know that we'll go our separate ways but my love for you will not die, WILL. Factors CAN change it, but I won't allow it. I'm trying to accept the thoughts that I don't mean that much to you, I'm like something you can easily replace, something that you can live without, the fact that you can't love me forever, you won't always be mine to keep, it may hurt a lot thinking about it but there's nothing I can do...it's your life that I am not part of but despite all these thoughts, these realizations I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
© 2010 Jamie MayoAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2010 Last Updated on February 20, 2010 AuthorJamie MayoQuezon City, NCR, PhilippinesAboutWriting is how I express what I feel. Every aspect of my life. Every single day. I may be a thirteen year old, but I have experienced a lot of pain in life. Heartbreak, heartache, death, loss. Writing.. more..Writing
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