disturbedmack

I really don't know where to start how to reply about the letter you wrote. I find it funny how you describe the perception you have, about me. I don't know what will it take to match the things that you create. That's why I want you to know, how I fell in love with you. It started with a little conversation of the things that I've been through a simple gesture of listening you've understood what I'm feeling. Couple of days passed by with you running on my mind We took a walk for a bit that moment made me think of it It is your smile, it brightens up my day It is your laugh, that makes me feel alright. I opened up and say

I hate it when I'm sober. I am sad when I'm sober. I think of you when I'm sober. that's why I hate being sober.

What the hell am I doing here? Going to the place where we used to stay. Remembering the moments we used to share. I can still hear your voice, the way you laugh and giggle. When I close my eyes, I can see your vivid reflection, your pretty eyes; just so bright. As I look up at the evening sky, the stars reminds me of your sweet smile. And when the cold breeze sends chills on my skin, I miss the warmth of your embrace. Damn, what the hell am I doing here?

When the rain pours, I remember someone. Someone that I loved, Someone who loved me. When the rain pours, I feel sad. I remember the times that we were together I miss the warmth of her embrace. When the rain pours, I remember myself. The tears I cried The time she went away.