Someone once told me, “I was nervous because I sometimes get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about you.” I thought that was the sweetest and loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me. I even wrote a song about it. Now I don’t know what to believe. I wish there was a sign to let me know things will be alright, but instead, I get the opposite which fuel my desire to move as far away from this place as possible. I’m going to just write a simple poem today for my friends:

I shake and tremble thinking of you
Your very presence I can feel from miles around
Oh the places we will see can only be fantasy now
The life we will live is merely hope in my dreams
I don’t know how you feel anymore,
I don’t know how you sleep anymore,
You broke me, you destroyed me like the others before
It could be my imagination, or I could just be disturbed
Letters unsent sit in my mailbox.
Letters received collect dust in the corner of my mind
All I know is I miss you fiercely
So I shake and tremble, and I’ll be thinking of you.

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