Zach,
Letter after letter I have written you. They get lost somewhere, or I end up throwing them away; anything but give them to you. I write you constantly, but you never knew that.
You were my first love. My first true, head over heels, always comfortable, but still get butterflies everytime you kiss me, love. You made me who I am. Not a day goes by that I haven't missed you. We haven't dated in five months, and haven't talked in two. My new years resolution is to finally get over you. Now, I say I'm over you, but, I'm just pretending. I am still madly in love with you.
You took something that I saved for the guy I knew I loved. Way back, before even my first kiss, I decided I was going to give my virginity to a guy that I really did love. I wasn't necessarily going to be married, but I was going to love him. When I found you, and we started dating, I knew you were that guy. I never planned on making love that first day; it was a spontaneous thought, that I decided to act on. Everyone says you will regret losing your virginity. Either that hasn't happened yet, or I'm different, because I know I lost it to the right person.
Call me crazy, but there's a part of me that wishes that we will end up together again. You hate me now. You have hurt me so badly that it's not even funny, but I love you, and would be back in your arms in a second, if you would let me.
All I want in my life is to find love, like the love you and me had; like I thought we had. I think I can find it; I just haven't yet. I mean, I found you when I least expected it.
I still wear your shirt; I actually just put it on. It makes me think of being wrapped in your arms. It makes me feel safe, comfortable. I don't ever feel safe anymore, after being pressured into sex again, and hit by the same guy. Alot has happened since we've stopped talking.
I'd give anything to just talk to you and be your friend, nothing more, again. I love you, I really do. You are probably going to read this and be like this bitch is crazy and never think of it again, but I had to get it all off my chest.
Love,
Kendall
Letter after letter I have written you. They get lost somewhere, or I end up throwing them away; anything but give them to you. I write you constantly, but you never knew that.
You were my first love. My first true, head over heels, always comfortable, but still get butterflies everytime you kiss me, love. You made me who I am. Not a day goes by that I haven't missed you. We haven't dated in five months, and haven't talked in two. My new years resolution is to finally get over you. Now, I say I'm over you, but, I'm just pretending. I am still madly in love with you.
You took something that I saved for the guy I knew I loved. Way back, before even my first kiss, I decided I was going to give my virginity to a guy that I really did love. I wasn't necessarily going to be married, but I was going to love him. When I found you, and we started dating, I knew you were that guy. I never planned on making love that first day; it was a spontaneous thought, that I decided to act on. Everyone says you will regret losing your virginity. Either that hasn't happened yet, or I'm different, because I know I lost it to the right person.
Call me crazy, but there's a part of me that wishes that we will end up together again. You hate me now. You have hurt me so badly that it's not even funny, but I love you, and would be back in your arms in a second, if you would let me.
All I want in my life is to find love, like the love you and me had; like I thought we had. I think I can find it; I just haven't yet. I mean, I found you when I least expected it.
I still wear your shirt; I actually just put it on. It makes me think of being wrapped in your arms. It makes me feel safe, comfortable. I don't ever feel safe anymore, after being pressured into sex again, and hit by the same guy. Alot has happened since we've stopped talking.
I'd give anything to just talk to you and be your friend, nothing more, again. I love you, I really do. You are probably going to read this and be like this bitch is crazy and never think of it again, but I had to get it all off my chest.
Love,
Kendall
