Love essay
I never thought this is how things will turn out, for i always thought that you'd be stronger.
oh how could you do it, i never saw it coming, why couldnt you just explain ?
I wishh i did and i wish i had the chance to say a proper goodbye, to give you one last hug and kiss, to see you smile one more time, to forgive you forr all the things in the past; to let you know i love you (:
but i guess i cant because you leftt soo soon, baby i mis youu :(ju
How could you do this , for you always find an escape, your just running away, from the people who love and care for you most, cant you see how much your hurting us.
for atleast you could have gave me a single text, to tell me you were ok, i waited for you those few nights you were gone, i waited until i couldnt wait no longer, simply because i love you ; and yet you probably still dont care; for all we have done for you not just me but our foster mother too, she has help'd you alot in life, she has help'd you through every single problem you have had and she is the one that made yo stronger and you trew it back in her face, yeah some times she goes on at us but thats what all parents do, we have our ups and our downs, we get through the good and the bad times, but in the end everything is fine !
ya knoo people do say dont take your freinds or family for granted because one day they will be gone and there's nothing you can do about it; and you know i ts true, kirsty i remember telling you i hated you before you left, and i said it asif i truly meant it, and hopefully you know i was joking, because i never meant it, i never did all the times i have said, its just because i was angry, angry over something stupid, like you calling me a stupid name orr obing one of my tops. the good old days eh, when you first left all i could do was cry myself to sleep, i did that for about a week, but know its like a blank page. i cant remember anything. i try my hardest to gain all the good memories back, and to just re-live them all one last time. but i cant all i can see are the very few pictures on the walls, of what use to be'OUR' bedroom.
