I have had people stop me and ask me how could I love you so much. People whom I don't even think know your name ask me how come it was so hard for us to be together, to be where we are now. It's weird sometimes, I think most of the times I just smile and remain silent.
I have taken what we had and thrown out into the world of millions. I am but one more out of millions announcing their love to the world.
I love you Lety. I love you so much I sit here perplexed trying to figure out which words to write to express how I feel, but I can't let it but come out of my pores. My fingers could never conceive how I feel to write such things. What I know and feel is indescribable, inexpressible, and just plain beautiful.
I have taken what we had and thrown out into the world of millions. I am but one more out of millions announcing their love to the world.
I love you Lety. I love you so much I sit here perplexed trying to figure out which words to write to express how I feel, but I can't let it but come out of my pores. My fingers could never conceive how I feel to write such things. What I know and feel is indescribable, inexpressible, and just plain beautiful.
I know...
I know...
I'm corny.
But you can't blame me for loving you.
5 comments:
You're back and I don't know if I should be glad or sad...
you've the ability to make me want to cry or love more.
Its the first time I read her name here (if you had, i missed it) but she is a lucky girl because many of us, want to find someone who love us the same way you love her.
Corny? hay teacher yo quiero un corny como tu entonces!
Be well.
Bueno Lety im sure appreciates your corny writing because like all the girls that read this...we just *sigh* and say "awww" he loves her! Its nice to read honest love like that. Keep em coming!
Your blog seems to hit the exact spot for in me. It seems like my story.
I don't know much about you, but I'm glad I found you on google.
Sooner or later, I'll read your entire blog.
Why are we so attached? The only answer I've been able to come up with for 8 months is that I just am. Maybe there is a reason that I'm attached somebody who doesn't care.
But I don't know what that is. Is it really that important to know the reason? Can't we just know what is?
I don't know what the reason is but I'm attached.
The Diary of Pain:
I do recommend you read it from beginning to end. Sometimes, even when all hope is lost, one bounces back. This may seem like a diary of loss, at least it began that way, but it has become a diary of pure love and the acquisition of it.
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