Dear Johnny,
It's like every time I think about you, new memories come rushing to my mind and I remember why everything between us was so easy. I think you were right when you said that it was going to be hard; we both knew it from the beginning. If nothing stopped us before what is stopping us now? 700 miles according to you, but I can fill the distance in butterflies if you would let me... I'm not sure that you will.
You always say it was me who hurt you, it was me who crushed the heart you so generously laid out. I'm letting you rant because I don't ever want you to leave again, but you hurt me too... You act like I didn't care, like nothing you ever did was good enough for me. If only you understood how perfect it all was; it seemed more like a dream than reality. Maybe that's why it was so easy; because dreams are easy to wake up from, no matter how hard you try not to, you will. Regardless of what an amazing dream I had tonight, I can always find a better one tomorrow, I thought.
I could spent all day and night convincing myself of every other thing in the world this pain in my stomach is. I could maybe go scream and make this knot in my throat go away, and let the water in the sink wash away your memory. The funny thing is, I don't want to. I don't want to lose the only part of you that I will always have; even if you're not mine anymore, I can always remember when you were.
I tell you I'm frustrated, but I won't tell you why... How many boys do you know who want to hear a hopeless girl cry through text about the love she lost? I don't know too many... but I don't know many boys with your emotions... and I don't know any boy like you. Regardless of how I feel, how you felt, what we did, and what we can do, I feel inclined to let you know that while I've got him with me tonight, you're all I can think about till I wake up tomorrow.
I'm sure any hopeless romantic girl, desperate and eager to find someone to love, with no other explanation for the constant ache in their tummy to their heart, and missing beyond compare of someone who they just wish they could hug again will call it love. Well, maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic girl, desperate and eager to find someone to love, with no other explanation for the constant ache in my tummy to my heart, and missing beyond compare of someone who I just wish they I hug again.
(Just a rant..)