Dear True Love,

Lately you have be in your shell. I should know since I do the same. I started thinking when we was young. I was always the one to pull you out. An it seems as we gotten older. I forgot how it feels. Recently some little things from conversation we had reminded me of the use to be. An I been thinking bout it. Wondering what it is?! Lol

Well... You told me to write an blog an I told you my life isn't interesting... An you said to me which I never forget.. "You the most interesting person I know". I forgot how it felt to write. Even if its just to say nothing. Remember our letters. I do, I even still read them sometimes. I remember the first time I realized I missed you so much. An you wasn't there so ill tell you. I was sitting in my room once again alone.. Lol. An we haven't spoke because of something I don't even remember. You went to jail at this time. An Ill never forget the time you call to tell me.. Previously we had an big argument. An you called me to talk. An first thing you said to me is "I'm going to jail" an I said "that's your fault" an hung up. It broke my heart.

But I needed you to understand. I wasn't going stand around while you hurt yourself.  But then I received my first letter from you. Saying how you was sorry an you didn't know if it would even get to me. It took an while to write back but by then you been moved to different jail. The day that letter I finally wrote came back.. I thought I lost you. I thought I would never yell at you or say I told you so. Or call you in tears whenever I needed to.

I'm writing this because to let you know. "Even the strong falls". You may have feel like your alone, an no ones understands. An no ones even cares... But I do. I love you. Don't you ever forget that. This shell that we have created is the safest place we have ever known. Right?! Wrong! My shell has nothing but brought me grief, tears, confusion, hurt and sadness. But there is so much out there.

So this I dedicate to you. Your right.. I do see the world differently. We both do. So see it. Doesn't take the paint to be an artist or an soul to be an singer. It takes yourself. There will be times like this where you wanna give up or even break down... Go ahead.. But you have to pick yourself up... Cause..



Life sucks anyway...
Xoxo