How I wish I could do something. I feel horrible, standing back and watching you in pain. And all I can do is give supportive words and make you smile. But, no matter what I do, I can never give you the true happiness that he did. Oh, how I want to make you happy, how I want to make you smile, and how I want to make you laugh like the way he did; exactly like what I had witnessed when I first met you. It hurts to see you in pain. You do not deserve this. Not at all. And I just wanted you to know that I am going to hold you up when you fall. I am going to pull you through this.
I love you.
About Me
- Emily
- Hi, I'm Emily. And to you, I'm just an average teenage kid. I easily envy others, and I often take things for granted. It seems as if I always take, & never give, and I always see things for the negative. I am too honest, and should learn to take my own advice. I hide my feelings a lot; and I often camoflage myself with a simple smile. I laugh at almost every little thing, and I'm too observant. I want the things that I know I can't have, and my dreams are way out of my reach, but I still have hope. I would like to consider myself mostly happy, but that would be a lie. I guess that's why I have this blog thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment