To my dear, beautiful past.
I'm writing you a letter.
That's right, a good old fashion letter.
It's a lost art really, like hand jobs.
I have a confession to make,i didn't like you very much at first. You were just anoinng little blob. You smelled nice, most of the times. But you didn't seem to have much interest in me, wich I of course take that vaguely insulting. Funny how some things never change I've been waiting for you long time. So I cruised along, doing my thing, acting a fool. Not really understanding how the lack of you changes me. And i don't remember the exact moment everything changed. I just know that it did. One minute I was impenetrable, nothing could touch me. The next, my heart was somehow beating outside my chest. Exposed to the elements. Loving you was most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact it's been almost to much to bare. As you're soul mate,I made a silent vow to protect you from the world. Never realizing I was the one end up hurting you the most. When I flash forward, my heart breaks. Mostly because I can't imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride, how could you? I was a child in a man's body, I cared for nothing and everything at the same time. Noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give.
It's getting dark, to dark to see.
