It's her voice. That gets to me the most. Sure, there are many things about Mickey that make her...well her! But, nothing makes her shine more than that sweet, soothing hum of hers--that sort of musical magic belongs to Mickey, and only her. She could just be talking and I'd already find myself ready to resign for the night, it's all in her precious voice. Any word she says; whether sharp and poisonous, or tranquil and warming will always ring a pleasing note in my heart.
Mickey is that one girl I've found myself dreaming about when I had the spare time. You hear folk talking about how images can deceive. Well, I'm living proof of that true, true statement and even though I'm pretty embarrassed to admit this: I dream. This sort of thing is a common, human instinct within us all and like many of the people that lived before us, I couldn't escape the odd action of dreaming. Let's get back on track...
Mickey. Mickey is...She's special to me. She's the star that brightens my night sky, the soul that I hope will guide me through the troubled seas of life itself. And if you're going to ask, I'll answer now: I love her. My heart, however tattered it may be now, fully belongs to her.She has claim over that fragile bastard. I screwed up whatever we had ages ago. I'm sure there's no spark in our path but nevertheless I'm still head over heels for her.Someone like Mickey is difficult to replace, especially when she has the honor of being my first everything: Kiss, love, lover...She has me. My very being is enstilled inside her memory.
I know you're probably wondering what I'm getting at with this rant about her. It's simple, actually. I want you to know how I feel about her damn it. That somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, soul and heart I have a longing for Mickey Anderson. I never...never stopped loving Mickey, I never lied when I said it. Not once. I've made mistakes right and left around this girl. I regret them because they tore us apart. I had no right to injure a fragile thing like her. She trusted me. Me. Someone like me.
David...you should have kept her disappearence a secret. This bitter rivalry between us could have stayed cold and rotten beneath our consciences longer, maybe even forever if we put the effort forward. I'm not content with the idea of being away from her. Not when I know that despite the lack of a spark, I have an opportunity to correct my errors! ...I miss her like crazy. I LOVE her like crazy; something that you won't ever be able to understand.
Mickey is that one girl I've found myself dreaming about when I had the spare time. You hear folk talking about how images can deceive. Well, I'm living proof of that true, true statement and even though I'm pretty embarrassed to admit this: I dream. This sort of thing is a common, human instinct within us all and like many of the people that lived before us, I couldn't escape the odd action of dreaming. Let's get back on track...
Mickey. Mickey is...She's special to me. She's the star that brightens my night sky, the soul that I hope will guide me through the troubled seas of life itself. And if you're going to ask, I'll answer now: I love her. My heart, however tattered it may be now, fully belongs to her.She has claim over that fragile bastard. I screwed up whatever we had ages ago. I'm sure there's no spark in our path but nevertheless I'm still head over heels for her.Someone like Mickey is difficult to replace, especially when she has the honor of being my first everything: Kiss, love, lover...She has me. My very being is enstilled inside her memory.
I know you're probably wondering what I'm getting at with this rant about her. It's simple, actually. I want you to know how I feel about her damn it. That somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, soul and heart I have a longing for Mickey Anderson. I never...never stopped loving Mickey, I never lied when I said it. Not once. I've made mistakes right and left around this girl. I regret them because they tore us apart. I had no right to injure a fragile thing like her. She trusted me. Me. Someone like me.
David...you should have kept her disappearence a secret. This bitter rivalry between us could have stayed cold and rotten beneath our consciences longer, maybe even forever if we put the effort forward. I'm not content with the idea of being away from her. Not when I know that despite the lack of a spark, I have an opportunity to correct my errors! ...I miss her like crazy. I LOVE her like crazy; something that you won't ever be able to understand.
