I ended it after this long time. I just wanted to be someone to you, but I guess I was never enough, you never answered my calls, my texts, my questions, I just wanted to be your someone, I just want to be someone's someone. I want it for real, I never got it for real, I always feel like I give my full heart, my whole soul and no one that I loved takes it seriously, and I guess you didn't take it serious too. I only have so much sanity, so much peices to my heart. The peices are starting to shatter even more and I don't know if the peices will reuinite again, I don't know if my soul will find the craziness of love again. So don't waste anyone's time, you wasted mine. I've been wasting my own, thinking that you loved me, thinking that ALL of you loved me. I'm done. "All I wanted was someone I can take road trips with and spend my every breath in their space, their love. And when we fight it won't mean anything later and you'll just pick me up spin me around and forget about it in an instant because we're both flawed. You'll put your hand on my neck to feel my heartbeat, and inside your heart, your soul, you'll know that every beat is for you. When you hold my hand and kiss my wrist you'll feel my pulse against your lips and know that it's for you."
To: My mystery person
