Say it like you mean it.
Hi.
I miss you.
I'm trying not to, but I do. I miss you.
I want to talk to you about something. I'm scared to do it, but
I met a girl.
I don't know her really, I've hardly spoken to her, and I don't
know if anything will happen with her, but she's the first
person to make me feel anything since you left me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't know what to do.
If you were here, this wouldn't be happening.
I wish you were here.
I wish you hadn't left me.
I hate you for it.
But I'll forgive you, if you forgive me.
I love you, and will always love you, but I want to see her.
Forgive me.
My Friend, Leonard
James Frey.
♥ Sayonara.
11:27 AM