Letter to my love one

I've listened so many love songs I've lost track of those. Each one reminds me of you. Each one.

I turn you away when I talk about sex. I turn you away when I talk about feelings. I turn you away in every case. Yet you keep coming on my way and I keep missing you so much that it hurts.

Hold me now 'cause I'm scared. I can't tell you why, you wouldn't understand. And if you would, you'd still get hurt. It's not like I've promised to be faithful. I know you're not. I suppose you're not.

I've learned my lesson. Don't play with anyone's feelings. You'll be the one to get hurt. No matter how noble your ideas are, you'll be the one feeling sorry. You'll be the one standing in the rain alone.

Years are magical. We say that they don't matter. I wish you'd be older. I wish you'd be wiser. So that I wouldn't have to be. So that you'd see trough my actions and I wouldn't have to explain.

I don't want to hide my message behind some meaningless words. But I'm not sure you are ready to face it. Are you ready for my imperfection? I'm not.

I know nothing about you. You know even less about me. What kind of woman am I, sitting there and promising that I wont talk about it, unable to say what I want.

Could you really understand that despite the fact he pleased me more in those few minutes I'd rather be with you?

"You were always on my mind."

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