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Dear Little Ole Me,
Every day I wake, before I can even thank the Good Lord for thy day, my heart begins to ache for you.
I dream of you,us too.
It feels as if I can't breathe. I try my very best to not miss you, to not be thoughtful of you. I never succeed.
The shameful, that's me.
Not living any more,obviously is not an option. I live for Him, them.
In my head, I've been through it over and over. I wonder if you hate me now. That thought alone almost takes my breath away. I'm so very sorry, I apologize to You profusely.
At times, often, I think of all that I miss of you. I smile as I do.
Last, but definitely not least, please know I had never been in love before, you.
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