(Hello, lovies! I'm back with a new something. This practice, at angst and such... This more a exercise than a story... But, still read and review it, please... You kind have to give it a chance. It is just a bit different. I'm starting to work up to Dramione... And, I would like to do it well. So, here is my first shot at it. I'm nervous posting this... There will be chappies every now and then. So, enjoy...)
P.S. I'm still not over you...
Dear Asshole,
What's up?
We haven't talked in a while. But, you've been on my mind. And the thought of you made me smile. There is so much shit to say, but no words come to mind that are worth the time. I could put it in a letter, and still the words aren't worth the effort.
Sometimes, I wish I could press rewind and rewrite our fucked up ending.
I don't really want to be reminded of you, but there is no forgetting you. I'm not really sure, how I'm making it without you. I can't help it, I just can't forget how you held me; when, I lost him. Excuse me, I don't mean to dwell in the past. But, there are a lot of feelings that remain since I left. I guess, I never really got over you. And, now I'm just chasing you. I can't away from it. Every song is a reminder or all our old notes. Sitting here now, I still feel the same about you. Where is that place and time? To fix every harsh word. And, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I've always loved you.
Did you know that I still have that damn shirt or your damn hat? I'm just not strong enough, to give them up. I can't forget the fact that you felt like home. No matter how much I want to. I just can't...
I guess there are things a girl can never forget. There is no way to fix us, and yet I still have hope you'll come after me.
I just wanted you to know that there is still love there.
Read, Review, Fallow, Favor, and PM me if you wish... Working on a new chappie for Best Friends & Lovers... Will be up soon! I promise...
Lots of love and joy from me to you... Have a good, rest of your week!
Bela.
P.S. Te amo mi hermosa hermana Emelita.
