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a letter that will never be sent wrote:"To Tom;
Oh Tom one day I'll be brave enough to tell you how I really feel until then I'll just write it here in hopes I'll one day give this to you with those fluttery butterflies in my stomach and my face dusted in pink. I love the way your olive eyes shine whenever you talking about something you like, how your freckles lay across your nose and pointed cheeks. I love the way your dark hair is always a perfect mess and how it sometimes gets in front of your eyes and you run your hands through your hair.
There's so much I can say about how much I love you; though I'm positive you only see me as a friend I can't stop thinking of what it would be like to cuddle up close to you and watch a movie, to fall asleep in the middle of the movie your arms around me. It makes me red just thinking about it and it makes my heart a fast pitter-patter like how rain sounds on the pavement. How I wish I could hold your hand as we walk around town; you in your plain t-shirt and those glasses that look so amazing on you. I don't think you realize how much you mean to me Tom; someone like you is as rare as a shooting star. I think you are my shooting star; a wish that came true, you're everything I could possibly dream of and it makes my heart ache that I cannot tell you this.
I want to shout and sing from the rooftops about you make me feel weak whenever I hear your laugh, or the how when we lay next to each other and you ramble about unimportant things but I listen to every word, amazed. Tom, I do one-day hope to tell you this but for this valentines day I think I'll wait another year; I've been hoping for months I could tell you and I suppose I should wait a bit longer.
Love; Delilah
My Feelings For You wrote:Regardless of the fact that I won't sign this, you probably know it's me. I've been thinking about you, since I had to leave... I wrote for you. About you
I trust you with my secrets. Even if you gave them away, you'd still have my heart. And if you tore it to shreds? You'd still rule my life. Even if you ended my life, I'd have loved you every single moment along the way- as my last breath escaped from my lungs, the light faded from my eyes, and my heart beat no more... what point is there in living a life without loving you?
It's raining here now, and I find I haven't written enough. There's no way I could, with only one note...
The Rain, to me...
Slow, sweet, gentle...
Fast, heavy, devastating...
The way the rain falls, as though it doesn't have a care in the world,
always reminds me of you.
It dances through the sky
and twirls as it falls
warm and soft against my skin
as though you were with me still.
The lightning as it illuminates the sky
reminds me of your smile that lit up the room.
The thunder, roaring in the distance-
My pounding heart as you drew closer.
The caress of the rain
As I gaze up at the sky;
The wind whipping around me-
I'm home. I'm in your arms.
But slowly, the rain fades,
the thunder becoming a distant rumble.
The sky falls dark, the winds calm...
and I find myself utterly alone.
The rain has ended, but the sky remains grey without you here. I love you, dearest, with every single part of me. Nothing can change that. I will write to you again soon...
See you when I see you, my love.
Until then, farewell~
Good evening agent significant other.
In the kitchen you will find a water gun and some 'ammo'. your target is armed and hiding somewhere in the yard. We wish you the best of luck.
Beware.
P.S - loser cooks tonight.
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