I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Friday, June 13, 2014
The Last Part Of This Sentence Is Still Yours
You still take things from me in the most beautiful way.
You are still the only way I can sleep, when I wake up to tell you, I cannot sleep.
You still make sense in a way that only birds know when they leave winter.
Hi, my name is Jenna and I thought that leaving a comment on your most recent post would maybe up the chance that you read this. I do not have a broken heart and I don't have an incurable disease that I know of. But one thing I know is that your words touched me in a very unusual way. I've never been able to put my thoughts and beliefs into words until I picked up "I Wrote This for You" in a barnes and nobles a couple years ago. For an entire year I kept your words to myself, but then I started to hate listening when someone else can have the chance to hear it or see it or feel it as well. I started to share the book with people I love and people whom I am not particularly fond of. Recently, I have writing down quotes from your blog and your book on little pieces of paper and leaving them in public places or in the creases of a desk. I hope a stranger will find it when they are having a bad day or even a good day and share it with their friends or another stranger. I find brilliance in a gift and an opportunity to find greatness in others the same way I find brilliance in your work. Someday, I will be a writer. Thank you for your time.
Hi, my name is Jenna and I thought that leaving a comment on your most recent post would maybe up the chance that you read this. I do not have a broken heart and I don't have an incurable disease that I know of. But one thing I know is that your words touched me in a very unusual way. I've never been able to put my thoughts and beliefs into words until I picked up "I Wrote This for You" in a barnes and nobles a couple years ago. For an entire year I kept your words to myself, but then I started to hate listening when someone else can have the chance to hear it or see it or feel it as well. I started to share the book with people I love and people whom I am not particularly fond of. Recently, I have writing down quotes from your blog and your book on little pieces of paper and leaving them in public places or in the creases of a desk. I hope a stranger will find it when they are having a bad day or even a good day and share it with their friends or another stranger. I find brilliance in a gift and an opportunity to find greatness in others the same way I find brilliance in your work. Someday, I will be a writer. Thank you for your time.
...and yet when you leave, I am left with a gnawing emptiness that no one else can fill. Or was it right that I had to leave you because you were tearing me apart?
...and yet when you leave, I am left with a gnawing emptiness that no one else can fill. Or was it right that I had to leave you because you were tearing me apart?
Wonderful thought.
ReplyDeleteYou express in a beautiful way.
ReplyDeleteHi, my name is Jenna and I thought that leaving a comment on your most recent post would maybe up the chance that you read this. I do not have a broken heart and I don't have an incurable disease that I know of. But one thing I know is that your words touched me in a very unusual way. I've never been able to put my thoughts and beliefs into words until I picked up "I Wrote This for You" in a barnes and nobles a couple years ago. For an entire year I kept your words to myself, but then I started to hate listening when someone else can have the chance to hear it or see it or feel it as well. I started to share the book with people I love and people whom I am not particularly fond of. Recently, I have writing down quotes from your blog and your book on little pieces of paper and leaving them in public places or in the creases of a desk. I hope a stranger will find it when they are having a bad day or even a good day and share it with their friends or another stranger. I find brilliance in a gift and an opportunity to find greatness in others the same way I find brilliance in your work. Someday, I will be a writer. Thank you for your time.
ReplyDeleteHi, my name is Jenna and I thought that leaving a comment on your most recent post would maybe up the chance that you read this. I do not have a broken heart and I don't have an incurable disease that I know of. But one thing I know is that your words touched me in a very unusual way. I've never been able to put my thoughts and beliefs into words until I picked up "I Wrote This for You" in a barnes and nobles a couple years ago. For an entire year I kept your words to myself, but then I started to hate listening when someone else can have the chance to hear it or see it or feel it as well. I started to share the book with people I love and people whom I am not particularly fond of. Recently, I have writing down quotes from your blog and your book on little pieces of paper and leaving them in public places or in the creases of a desk. I hope a stranger will find it when they are having a bad day or even a good day and share it with their friends or another stranger. I find brilliance in a gift and an opportunity to find greatness in others the same way I find brilliance in your work. Someday, I will be a writer. Thank you for your time.
ReplyDelete...and yet when you leave, I am left with a gnawing emptiness that no one else can fill. Or was it right that I had to leave you because you were tearing me apart?
ReplyDelete...and yet when you leave, I am left with a gnawing emptiness that no one else can fill. Or was it right that I had to leave you because you were tearing me apart?
ReplyDeleteYou still take things from me in the most painful way. :(
ReplyDeleteWhy no comments yet on this post. I feel too often you're writing directly to me. Jmvw I love the way you lie
ReplyDeleteYou are still the only way I can sleep, when I wake up to tell you, I cannot sleep.
ReplyDeletePlease make me understand this. It's driving me mad with how I feel like ive forgotten its meaning
ima steal dis for my gf
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