When you love somebody so much why do you lie and want them to think the opposite. I posted a lot of bullshit on this blog just in hopes that he would be reading it. I posted about how i hated him. I posted about i don’t remember because i never read back but i know i wrote bad things. I don’t know if that’s why he hates me. Maybe you don’t hate me. Im posting this because in my head i figure you might be reading it now, and if you are that means you care.
Why can’t we feel what we feel is the point im trying to make. I tell you i love you, and pour my heart out. I don’t know if you’re playing hard to get, being cautious to open up again, or if you even love me a little, maybe you do a lot even. I can’t tell unless you tell me. I don’t like games anymore. I want to hear your passion and true feelings.
Im trying to gain your trust back, but when you reply to my emails a whole day later, it feels like you don’t care, even in the replies i can tell you are being guarded. You never say you miss me too, or love me too.
Are you afraid to, or do you not love me. It’s so hard for me to understand what is right. Should i keep trying, or let you be to make your decisions.
Love drunk me written by me