I don't know why I am writing this letter
exactly, and I don't know
if you will recieve this letter... exactly. Infact, I have not truely written anyone in ages
; I can't sleep
. My mind dwels off into a valley of thoughts
. Yes it is earily
to sleep. Yes I am tired
. Why I think what I think doesen't make sense all the time; why I can't stop thinking of you. And I think I can understand that. But I don't understand myself all the time. And yes all the time I exactly have known why I am writing this letter
Everybody has moments
in there lives...
I wish I could tell you how much I cherish spending time with you,
How those are the moments in my life
How I could tell you...