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July 19, 2011
"Please, oh please, oh please Evangeline!" I'm so sick and tired of feeling like I will never get the guy. I like the guy but they don't like me back, but I get the horn dogs, the pedophiles, the creepy old men, and the guys I only like as friends. I hate saying no, but I hate letting go of the ones I really truly want. I want to keep you in my heart. I want you to stay in the there and never leave me, never let me go. Keep me in the warmth of your arms. I love you, or so I thought, then I just realized it was just a dream, and I woke up. I had to tell myself to keep going. Never to look back and look upon your face, because if I did I knew something would happen. My stomach would flip, the butterflies would come, the electric feel would run up and down my body, goose pimples would lose restraint and would take flight at the feel of your touch. I miss you, but only the image of your smiling face, and your laugh, not of anything else; not of our memories, and not of us laughing. I will never forget the times I wanted to strangle you or the times I dreamt of us being together. I don't know why I thought it would ever happen between us. Maybe because I'm a love sick teenage girl or because I thought maybe the little spark that ignited when you touched me was something more. But why does it matter? It will never happen and I need to know that. I need to let go! I need you to get out of my head and leave me. Leave my heart and walk away. I'm okay I guess I can survive a little longer. I will miss you, when I see you at school, I hope you see the pain in my eyes from all the damn memories we made, from all the laughs we had that you decided to throw away. I hope you get to sit next to me and never hear me talk to you. Because I will never show you that I loved you. That is why I don't believe in love, because it just turns around and bites you in the butt. It laughs in your face, mocks you, and leads you astray. That is why there is only infatuation. No one will ever get where I am coming from. But I don't care because I am letting go. It's about damn time to.

Maria

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July 19, 2011
"Please, oh please, oh please Evangeline!" I'm so sick and tired of feeling like I will never get the guy. I like the guy but they don't like me back, but I get the horn dogs, the pedophiles, the creepy old men, and the guys I only like as friends. I hate saying no, but I hate letting go of the ones I really truly want. I want to keep you in my heart. I want you to stay in the there and never leave me, never let me go. Keep me in the warmth of your arms. I love you, or so I thought, then I just realized it was just a dream, and I woke up. I had to tell myself to keep going. Never to look back and look upon your face, because if I did I knew something would happen. My stomach would flip, the butterflies would come, the electric feel would run up and down my body, goose pimples would lose restraint and would take flight at the feel of your touch. I miss you, but only the image of your smiling face, and your laugh, not of anything else; not of our memories, and not of us laughing. I will never forget the times I wanted to strangle you or the times I dreamt of us being together. I don't know why I thought it would ever happen between us. Maybe because I'm a love sick teenage girl or because I thought maybe the little spark that ignited when you touched me was something more. But why does it matter? It will never happen and I need to know that. I need to let go! I need you to get out of my head and leave me. Leave my heart and walk away. I'm okay I guess I can survive a little longer. I will miss you, when I see you at school, I hope you see the pain in my eyes from all the damn memories we made, from all the laughs we had that you decided to throw away. I hope you get to sit next to me and never hear me talk to you. Because I will never show you that I loved you. That is why I don't believe in love, because it just turns around and bites you in the butt. It laughs in your face, mocks you, and leads you astray. That is why there is only infatuation. No one will ever get where I am coming from. But I don't care because I am letting go. It's about damn time to.

Maria