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<pocketful of sunshine.mp3 - Natasha bedingfield
Saturday, April 21, 2007, 11:00 pm
She cries herself to sleep every night secretly wishing that there was more to it. That he would understand her better than that. That when she said no she meant yes. That when she said she didnt want him she actually wanted him more than ever.Honestly, was it that difficult?
I never really knew whether you wanted an 'us'. You never made an effort to. But I was quite sure of myself though. I knew I wanted an 'us'. I knew that I loved you for that total non bf material you were. I loved you for being such an irritant though you were quite insensitive at times. I knew that I would never get over you no matter what. I knew that I loved you alot though I have never quite showed it. But I was never sure about how you felt. I was left to my assumptions. And thus it resulted as such.
I wish I had knew how you felt. What if there was a tinge of hope left?
Hell, I hate it when give myself hope.
The more I try to take my mind off you, the more I find myself missing you. Those memories may not mean much to you but they do a whole lot to me.
Need I deny more?
I LOVE YOU.
and I wish you do too.
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