&Baby its fact our love is true,
the way black is black, and blue is just blue,
my love is true, its a matter of fact,
oh and you love me too, its as simple,as that
baby our love, is true♥
--hellogoodbye
Dear Chris,
Ex-boyfriends are a strange thing. You always want to be friends with them, but in the end you know it’s just kind of weird. If it was a long term type of thing. We didn’t even really know each other very well. We had always been acquaintances, but then one day on the bus we sat together, and we really hit it off. About a week later, I heard that you liked me, and that just made me so happy. I still liked Gabe though, and Gabe asked me out first, so after we broke up, in like a week, I dated you. You meant SO much to me you wouldn’t even believe. I had butterflies. Reaaally bad. Especially during social studies, which was right before lunch, and we sat together at lunch sometimes. Those were the most awkward times ever. But it was okay. You were my first kiss. You knew that. I knew that. I remember you telling me once that you would wait as long as I wanted to, because kissing was a really big deal back then. We used to hang out a lot at Michael’s, and do so many things like going to Stewarts and just hanging out. Thinking about those times gives me chills. I miss it so much. And then, you went out with Hope, and slapped me across the face. I pretty much lost all respect for you. But then we hung out this summer when I went to Saratoga, and I realized how much I miss you. You’re so hot… haha. So, I miss you. A lot. Love,Tara
Dear
Stranger,
Don’t judge a book by its cover. I usually look happy. And pretty. But the pretty part takes forever. It takes me like an hour to get my hair straight and do my makeup. I am usually a very friendly person, and I WILL be your friend. Just talk to me. I seem really confident and stuff, but ha, I’m not. At all. In fact, I hate lots of things about myself. Okay that’s it.
Dear
Dreams,
That’s really awkward. My dreams. Okay, so I think this is talking about what I wish for in the future maybe? So, I dream of lots of things. I dream that my parents won’t fight. That my mom will maybe be on my side sometimes, instead of always my sisters. I dream that my dad and I will have a better relationship. I dream that people will like me next year. That I’ll have lots of friends, and always be busy on weekends. That boys will like me. That I’ll be prettier, and that my nose will get smaller. That I’ll somehow get tons of money to buy more clothes. I love clothes. Kay that’s about it.
Okay so it’s kind of weird that I would pick you for the crush one. I just couldn’t think of anyone else that best fit the meaning of a crush. You’re pretty much like a brother to me though. I used to have a crush on you though. Multiple times. I never admitted it though. Except for in 6th grade, when we dated for about a week. Or two. And you broke up with me on habbo. Good times. Not really. But okay. You’ve been so nice to me, and we’ve gotten in SO many fights about random things. Fact is, I get mad when you like other girls that aren’t good enough for you. Like, honestly. You can do so much better. Than some of those skanks you dated. Just stick with Julia. Haha. Really. Anywho, I’m sorry for never admitting that I liked you. Cause, honest to god I did. And I know that you liked me for so long. I know we’ll be really good friends for a while. And who knows what the future holds. Okay, so I love you. And I care about you so much.
Dear Julia,
You are absolutely the best friend I have ever had. Moving sucked... Like majorly, and most people when they move kind of lose touch, but that hasn’t happened with you. We talk on the phone like, every freaking day, and we make plans and we actually do see each other. Absence makes the heart fonder right? (: You met all my Vermonter friends, and you get along super well with them. We’re not even like friends; we’re more like sisters... I tell you evvverrryttthiiinggg... and I know that it’s okay of me to act like a total weirdo around you. Because, you were my best friend back in sixth grade, when I wore limited too and wore glasses. So you must have liked me for my personality. Or my cool tracfone. That was most likely it. I am looking forward to seeing you this summer, and making more fun memories. You’re the only person who I have shared my email password with. The pokemon one. And we know each other’s passwords.. which is pretty cool. And we hack onto each others facebooks.. cause we have lives like that. I think you’re the cause of my fatness. We eat so much food together, we eat ice cream.. and pizza. Okay, this is getting a little long and a little sentimental, so just know, I love you. And I would take a bullet for you. Lol jk, that would kill me. Actually I would take a bullet for you. Okay, Bye.