Estoy. Loca. Enamorada. De ti.

Wednesday, 31 March 2010

you're not the one that i want, anymore. @ 23:09
I don't need him.
I don't need someone like him that will hurt me even though I didn't. I might be sounding crazy-possesive, but to heck with it. Yet, it's so hard to imagine life without him. FML FML FML.
Edward, sigh, yes, I miss you at times like this. You were always there for me. Even when your mother threatened to murder you, you always came back in the end to help. Edward, i love you....
  • who was there when all my hopes fell?
  • who held me as I cried, the many many times?
  • who could I run to, without any fear?
  • who helped me, tutored me in my studies?
  • who stood up for me?
  • who got into trouble for me, yet wasn't angry?
  • who held me as I did my bulimic crap?
  • who would listen to my words.. without a single complaint?
  • who... loves me...?
You, Edward. You did, and still do. I need you now. It hurts too much.

somewhere
too far for us to find.