My story is sad. Years of insensitivity have my heart cold and hollow. But i don't need peoples pity. I needed somebody to reach out, take my hand and pull me up from the darkness. You did that for me and that's why my heart shall always be yours. I know that your heart shall never be mine. I saw your note to Ian. His name is the one cut in your wrist. You have done so much for me that i don't care who your heart belongs to. Your happiness is more important than mine. So I'll slip back into the darkness, waiting for someone to reach out to me again. When they do I'll remember you. You are my sixth love, but six is my lucky number.
Letter to the Girl I Love
April 7, 2011