unsent letters
dear_you
.::: .....

December 2018
            1
2 3 4 5 6 7 8
9 10 11 12 13 14 15
16 17 18 19 20 21 22
23 24 25 26 27 28 29
30 31

Back April 24th, 2004 Forward
In the deepest wells of my heart, I draw up a bucketful of regret

Dear John,

Words can mean many different things to many different people. Like Love. Love is a word, but what matters is the connection the word implies. If you you love someone, and truly do, what next comes into question is what you would do to keep this connection.

I would do anything for you. The connection you give me, to this real world, is something I treasure far more than the most precious jewels. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend; you, dear one, are mine.

There are words that we will never say. We regret it afterwards, as I'm sure I will. I will regret not telling you how much I care before you leave.

I will regret not telling you that I love you.

With all my love,
Jackie

Current Mood: complacent complacent
Current Music: Liz Phair- Extraordinary
Back April 24th, 2004 Forward