it's been a while, i'm sorry.
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i like this guy, but hes turning 15, im turning 16.
but he is in year 9 and im in year 11, do you think thats bad/wrong?
let me know.
P.S - download the song
who am i to say, by hope.
My skin burns where it meets his. It feels better then good, but it sets off a strange aching in my chest. 
"She belonged to me" he said simply. "She was, you know, all the things that I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I have always been." He lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers, "Her hand", he said. "It fit mine." 
We don't talk anymore, & I cant understand why.
It's like you gave me wings & told me it's illegal to fly. 
Dear Angela, I know in the past i've caused you pain, and i'm sorry. And i'll always be sorry until the day I die. And I hate this pen i'm holding, cause I should be holding you. I hate this paper under my hand, because it isn't you. I even hate this letter because it isn't the whole truth. Because the whole truth is so much more then a letter can even say. If you want to hate me, go ahead. If you want to burn this letter, do it. You could burn the whole world down. You could tell me to go to hell, and i'd go, if you wanted me too. And send you a letter from there. 
One thing I truely knew - I knew in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair. 
She's got this subtile beauty, where she knows what you're thinking. But she doesn't let you know she's got you figured out. 
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me, that's what i'd hoped to give you forever. comment your favourites. | 
