Sunday 6 February 2011

Another blog.

I've let you destroy everything,
All that I am, all that I was,
Only the empty shell remains.
Another day passes,
Another part of me decays.


Oh, I've decided what I am expecting on Valentine's day.
I know I haven't got a boyfriend, I'm not hoping for one, and I expect this will still stand in 7 days time, but I have an idea in my head that I would like someone to fulfill - please.
A hand written letter.
That is all I ask of someone.
Something from the heart, personal, touching, that I can hold on to. I see films like Dear John, Letters to Juliet and also a friend of mine showed me some of the letters she received from her boyfriend at the time... All I think of when I see them is I wish I had someone to write to me like that, they need not say anything amazing or well thought out. Even if it was something really simple.

'You are everything.'

'Not a minute goes by when I don't imagine your smile.'

Lyrics even? Oh I don't know, it's a very personal thing to do. A lost art in today's society, or so it seems. No one seems to do this anymore, and I cannot understand why? It's the best feeling to receive a letter that isn't a bill. Especially a hand written letter. To me a hand written letter is the best way to show someone you care, that you've taken the time to tell them a little something.

I don't think people do this anymore, and I'd love to be proved wrong.

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