• Hope,

    I write this because of my own selfish needs.
    You may never read it, but my ideas aren't just in my head anymore.
    Remember that time when you ran away, and were missing that whole night? The cops came to the house, I was so scared for you.
    And when we'd roam the halls, not a care in the world?
    Remember when we'd sit and burn eachother CD's?
    And that time when I gave you a hug and said, "You looked like you needed a hug." and you responded, "Lots of people say that...". I asked, "Do they do it?" You paused. "No," you answered, "Thats what makes you different."
    Much more complies in my mind, like a never-ending movie.
    But it seems unfair when I get to the bad parts.
    I'm sick, Hope. Sick. You, you, you and him make me sick.
    I feel like i've lost my point, again.
    I miss you. That old you, when you loved me. Me; not him.
    You shouldn't beat yourself up over this though, it's not your fault; I choose this path, not you.
    It doesn't matter if you're dating him, if you're happy, it's ok.
    But, do you remember those nights we talked, and talked, until the wee hours of the morning?
    I see that you have someone new to talk to. He's more important, now that you've moved on.
    I didn't mean to be your main pritority, but you made me it, all that time ago.
    You lied. I trusted you. I poared my heart out to you, I let you in.
    You even lied to me about your sexuality, just to take it back.
    Don't you see what this is doing to me?
    It makes me unable to function.
    Are your eyes opened to the evils in this world, beyond what you know?
    I'm crying Hope. I loved you. I really did.
    I can't think without you. Breath. Smile. Type. Live.
    You promised me you'd love me. You PROMISED.
    Even though the world tells me to move on, it's over, i can't.
    I'd rather take the pain then leave. I will and have.
    And if you break up, if you leave him, if he hits you again, i'm here.
    The keys still under the mat.
    I'm still here.
    Until the end, right?

    I lived for you, and always will.
    Remember that,

    Faith