To think once upon a time I loved you. My heart skipped beats for you, my stomach did flip flops for you. All wile your eyes were glued to the girl with the golden hair. To think that I though there would be no one in the world for me but you. To think that despite the fact that you love her, I still let myself dream of you. Now, now I see my hand clasped to his and I let you fade. You will always be someone special to me, always. But he, he will get all the love I had for you and more because he is worthy and he, now his is truly perfect for me.
The moo-sick hasn't stopped flowing, I just love another genre.
This blog is a piece of its writer. A peek into a mind that can't be read. A glimpse into a story never told. A beauty like no other. Indulge in the words of a young girl who write to spill the contents of the baggage that once burdened her.
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