Blossom-Brick

So when you say that you miss me...do you really mean it? Can you really mean that? I think about you all the time...and how you used to tell me everything and I would just listen.

I wonder...would you have asked me out that one day if you had known I had been dating someone? Would you have kissed me that one day if you had known that we would have broken up the next time I got the chance to talk to you?

Did you know that she made me break up with you? She told me if I didn't break up with you...she would do it for me. I didn't want to. I wish I hadn't...but I did.

I think about it sometimes. The way I told you we couldn't be together anymore. I saw tears fall to the ground...but they weren't yours they were mine. I don't think you really cared.

Do you care? I don't think you do or ever did. I really miss you.

I daydream about you sometimes...I'll be in class and I'll think about you. I daydream about what our lives would have been like if I had never listened to her.

I would probably lose my mind if I didn't still talk to you sometimes.

It drives me crazy when you tell me about your new girl. How wonderful she is and 'gosh I wish you could meet her' or 'you guys would be best friends'. I don't care about her.

I want you to be mine...I want to hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you. I want to be able to tell everyone that you love me.

I realize, that yes...you have moved on. Maybe I should too...but I just can't. I have found no one that makes me as happy as you did.

It makes me feel sad when I think about you with her. When I think how happy you must be.

People ask me sometimes if I miss you. I often lie and say I got over you a long time ago. I know thats not true. I will never get over you.

Do you love it? Holding her in your arms like you used to hold me? It's ok...I don't mind if you tell me. Maybe...seeing you happy will help me moving on.

So...what's it like? Is she shorter than you? Or is she like me and taller? I hope shes shorter. You would look cuter together if she's shorter.

I miss the feeling of your head on my shoulder. Should I miss it? I sometimes think maybe I should have moved on from you. But then I think...I won't ever.

I want you to be happy. I really do...but I also want you to be happy with me.

I'm not right for you though, am I? I want you to miss me like I miss you. I want you to hug me really tightly.

I don't like it when anyone else hugs me. I don't like to be touched. It doesn't feel right.

She says I need someone else and then I'll get over you. I haven't found anyone else that has made me feel even close to how happy I felt with you.

Did you know that it was because of you that I started singing again? I wish I hadn't. It just makes me feel worse.

I just want to be in your arms again. I just want the sound of your voice. I want to see you again and talk to you and joke with you and just be best friends again.

I want to tell you everything like I used to.

She says I just need to love again. I don't think I ever will. At least, not as much as I loved you.

I'm not over you...I doubt I will ever get over you.

The blade helps sometimes...when I get really lonely and think about all things she made me say and how bad it made me feel. And all the things they said to me after.

I miss you, love. I really do. I love you, love. Do you still love me? I want you to love me. Could you love me just to make me feel better about me self?

They say no one will ever love me. That I'm just too ugly and annoying and stupid. They hate me.

Do you hate me? Is that you stop talking to me sometimes? I don't want you to hate me.

Could you promise me something? Promise me she makes you happy. I think I can be happy if your happy.

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Bubbles-Boomer

I can't believe I did what I did. I can't believe you thought I really didn't love you.

I wonder where I put that stupid knife...

Would you care if you knew about all the scars? Would you care if I told you that I still loved you? Would you still want to be with me if I told you that I wanted you back?

I know you hate me...but could you just think about how much I love you for just a minute? I need you back.

I need the feeling of your hand in mine. I need the sound of your voice when I talk to you. I need the whispers in the middle of class telling me how much you love me. I need you back!

For once in your life...will you think about someone other then your self? Think about how many times I told you I loved you.

I wish...that when I talked to you...you would listen to what I had to say.

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sorry Bubbles's letter is short...i ran out of ideas...