So I'm writing again these letters to you.
Do I even know you? I thought I did.
I know who you are when you are with me. Who are you when you are not? Seemingly, someone different.
I know you're kidding. But you don't see me doing the things you do.
Do you love me? Do you really want to be with me? Please don't play me.
I might not have been broken as many times as you have, but I am still quite the fragile one, and dropping me might result in more than just a few cracks and pieces broken off.
What am I trying to say? I wish you wouldn't talk in riddles.
I wish you'd tell me how you truly feel.
You did, but..
You act so weird in front of others. Like you're too good for me, or I allow you to flirt around with other girls, because I'm young.
All I wish for is that you were here,
but that wish won't be granted until way later.
Until then, hopefully, you'll stay with me, and stay faithful.
I love you. You are the reason I get up for in the morning.
Every word I say, every action I do results in what you would think. To disappoint you would be unbearable.
I hope you feel the same way.
All My Love,
Your Sihaya Current Mood: sick, but thoughtful