if i put those words on the page.

 I wanted to write a book about my life, I'm not sure where I would start. Would I start from the beginning and create a big build up, or just start in the present and give you pieces here and there of how I became who I am today?

Its weird.. I think of everything thats happened and everyone who's come in and out of my life and affected me to my very core. The ones who have loved me and the loves I have loved back, The ones that have hurt me and the ones I have hurt, coincidentally but unintentionally. Would I base it on the lack of family values I grew up with, or the friends that stood by my side? The relationships that crushed me, or the ones that held me up? Even as I'm writing these words I am undoubtedly thinking of you, everything I wish was different just to make you see. I may live in the suburbs, in a town not far from the city. Where the lights are high and the scene is happening, but when I see the movies of the small town values, the sense of commodity and commitment that they possess to their hometown. Don't get me wrong, I love where I live and the opportunities for advancement are endless, but as everyone knows this fairy needs to fly, and id fly to you every time.

You must think I'm crazy, its okay most people do, and I'm okay with that.. Its just that I hope you know I'm crazy for you.


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