I miss him so much.
I’ve been crying on and off this whole afternoon.
I shouldn’t miss him. I should hate him.
But I can’t.
I still want him.
I think I still love him.
I remember, my father asked about you a while ago. I told him you’d moved on- we’d moved on. I told him you were off to college. New school, new city, new friends, new interests, new life.
I think I want to fall in love with you.
I love this
Why are you so utterly perfect?!
A poem mostly in French that I made to be as a song for my cd project. I like it a lot. Writing poems in French is actually a ton of fun. Who knew? But, it’s about two major but very insignificant things going on in my life. I really hope this is in good French. But there are probably a few mistakes. Oh well, I’ll ask Madame tomorrow…
(you + me)[I wouldn’t even care how long it lasted (though, I hope a long time) as long as you were mine] = me being that happiest person ever.