When you told me you hated me, Part of me wanted to tell you that you couldn’t possibly hate me as much as I hate you. But I didn’t, I was hurting, But I knew you were hurting more. _______________________ When you called me a liar, I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream so…

I once read something somewhere that said, “I’ve always thought there was something romantic about having to fight for someone and win them back. But as I sit here, Grieving someone who is still alive, I realize there is nothing romantic about having to continuously try to convince somebody to love you.” ______________________

Hello, I am not doing too well. I am starting to think I would make a really pretty sky. ______________________

Please, God Do not take him away from me again I will do anything. ______________________