Dear Stomach: I'm sorry for all the butterflies

Dear Heart: I'm sorry for all the heartache.

Dear Mind: I'm sorry for all the thoughts.

Dear Brain: You were right. You're always right.

I'm falling in love, but it's falling apart.

Just when I started opening up to you, you made me realise why I shut out the world.

"I'm punch-drunk and lovesick, my head weighs down with the memory of you, and baby I can't take this anymore."

To Fall For You Or Not To Fall For You?

Boy, you make my heart beat like the drums in Metallica's best songs. <3

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?

Dear, You.

How are you? We haven't talked in a long time.

Still playing your guitar? How's school? You graduate soon, don't you?

Do you remember me? Do you remember us?

I'd email, but I guess we're better off like this. It's too awkward between us now.

You've moved on. I know. But I do wonder sometimes, "Do I ever cross your mind?"

Does what we had ever make you smile?

I may not miss what we had, but I do miss you.

Sometimes.

Me.

Yea. I Miss You.

I miss your face. I miss how you smiled at me once. I miss the ways I'd catch you staring at me sometimes. I miss the way I'd stare at you. I miss how I could stare at you for ages.

And the one time you acknowledge my existence, it's too late.

I fuckin' miss your face.