The question keeps repeating itself in my head: what if I never get over you?
You haven't been my girlfriend for almost seven months now, and yet I am as enamoured as I ever have been with you. At first I thought I would be lucky, I thought it would pass. When I told you I would write to you until the day I die even I thought it would be something that we would both lose interest in. But here we are, me writing these words and you reading them.
Im sorry you are so often bombarded with my crazy, with my adoration, infatuation and need for you. But that's how it is. I love you Bonita. I can't swallow that. I can't ignore my heart when even the mention of your name sends it beating out of my chest.
So what do I do?
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