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RAWR? This is an ambitious little booger.
The Reason- Hoobastank
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One of my all-time favorites.
It isn’t easy being in love with you and not being able to see you everyday. There are times when I’d give anything just to be able to be with you or hold you in my arms, even for a few minutes. I always feel incomplete, like a part of me is missing when we’re not together. I know now that right now this is how things have to be. I guess I have to wait. Everyday without you just reminds me of the joy you add to my life, joy that I’m missing. So always remember that I’m thinking of you and you won’t be replaced.
Wondering about Wondering
Wonder if I will always wonder what might have been.
You know what sucks?
It sucks to randomly think about this one particular girl. It’s fucking ridiculous that even to this day, I think about her and start to feel down. It just doesn’t make sense. Anyone would think that four years would be enough to move on and let go, but somehow, that isn’t the case for me. Boo.
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Thank you sir for my daily reminder. -___-
I’m pretty sure we’re meant to be so let’s find a way.
Titled: The Letter (of My Only Regret)
Originally Written: January 13, 2011
Originally Posted: As one of my originals back when.
Reason For Reposting: Requested.
Play the video and listen as you read.
Dear _______,
Throughout the break, I’ve had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking. Unfortunately, it hasn’t really gotten me where I want to be or even possibly where I should be by now. As lame as this may be, I’ve always been the kind of guy whose words speak better on paper than from my lips. Maybe, just maybe, this is the only way I can organize my thoughts. I don’t expect any sort response or reaction from you. This is merely my desperate attempt to let it all out and finally let you go by being honest to the both of us.
No matter whether you’d like to believe me, my heart has always been yours. Every day, in one way or another, I’m somehow reminded of the day at the park when I let you go, and every single time that memory comes around, I can’t help but feel frustrated, mad at myself, and terrible for hurting the one girl I have ever truly cared about.
I’ve always been one to tell myself to live without regrets regardless of how significant my mistakes may be. However, I know I can’t undo the past so all I can do is look ponder on it and wish that I could take it all back. To my dismay, I was blinded by something different because I was stupid and naïve.
I came to that unfortunate realization too little too late 3 months later when my senior year started, and I saw you again for the first time in quite a while. We both know how things were so I won’t get into the details, but I hope you knew that it was all genuine because I wasn’t over you then. And no matter how wrong it was, deep in my heart, I didn’t want to be right. Things with her just weren’t what I made them out to be in my head and didn’t pan out like I had expected.
When you told me about you and _____, I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore, to me, you, or even him. I wanted you to be happy, and you found that with someone else. As for me, I’d trick myself into believing that I was happy with where I was and who I was with. The same trend continued on for the next three years.
As the saying goes, “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” and from firsthand experience, the statement stands true. You know about the trouble I went through whenever we had some small amount of communication. After a while, she told me that, “Regardless of what happens between us, I just know that it’ll always be her for you.” Well, she’s a smart girl, and she was right.
She constantly complained to me about how I never told her that I loved her and how I never hugged or kissed her. Simply put, she isn’t you. This past Thanksgiving break opened my eyes and made me realize why. When I saw you, I wanted to hug you and…yeah. What I mean to say is that, to me, it’s always been you, and I can’t see anybody in the same light.
When ______ and I visited you that one night and you spoke about your situation with ______, I was caught off-guard and didn’t really expect (or want) to hear it. Nonetheless, I have to accept it because you obviously still care for him. And if he still has the least bit of feelings for you, I’d be more than happy to tell him not to make the same mistake I made.
I want you to be happy regardless of whether or not it’s with me. I can’t help that I’m drawn to you in some weird way. You’re just different and unique, and everything about you is special. But now that I’ve told the truth to the only person that matters, I hope that I can finally let you go and set myself free.
Love always,
________ ________
P.S. No matter how far away you are or how long we haven’t spoken to each other, I will always love you. Take care.
Songs stuck on repeat:
Blue October – Congratulations
Blue October – Everlasting Friend
Blue October – It’s Just Me
/Letter.
Oh, the bitter taste of regret.
/Rant.
“I lost of piece of me in you. I think I left it in your arms. I forget the reasons I got scared but remembered that I cared quite a lot.”
It didn’t matter where we were or who was around. Wherever and whenever, you’d randomly burst out singing whatever song was stuck in your head, and I knew it meant something to you because you appreciated the artistry in the lyrics. Songs were always just “More Than Words” to you. Hearing your voice always seemed to make my heart melt in ways you could never understand or even fathom. You lacked confidence in your singing and would stop as soon as you noticed me attentively listening. I begged you to continue, but you declined every damn time. I wish I recorded you so I can play it back countless times until my heart is content again. I’ll be fine though because I have the memories to hold onto and particular songs to remind me of the times when you sang out to me, leaving me without a care in the world. Thanks, Hun.
/Rant.
You probably don’t care.
But I still do. I still look through past messages and wonder what the hell happened to you. But it’s fine. I understand people go their separate ways. It’s just sad thinking “what if we happened (again)?”. It would have definitely been something amazing.
“Hey! You’re kinda cute!”
“Hey, Hun. You’re beautiful.” Remember how you responded whenever I said anything kind or polite? Your facial expression would instantaneously convey a look of utter disgust, and it would always be followed by five specific words, every single time.
I miss hearing you reply with, “I don’t fish for compliments,” every time I said anything thoughtful or considerate to you. The way you declared your disdain for compliments was always cute because you had the most serious look on your face. It was kinda funny because deep down inside that I knew you loved receiving them either way, and deep within, we’d both be secretly smiling.
