i got talking to her again and then it all went wrong when someone else wrote her a letter and said that it was from me. She had a go and now im trying to find out who wrote it i know who give it to her but im not sure who wrote it. im going to try and get over her like you siad i would be better with out her it will be hard to do but i cant live like this any more. i still love her but im hoping that that will go with time. thx for all your advice and if i ever need anymore help i will go on this forum thx…
In a letter addressed to Brianna:
“remember when we kissed? remember when we made out? when we frenched? lol. those were the times where i truly felt i was in heaven. where all the rest of the world was blotted out, leaving only me and you in our own little dream world, our own little paradise. We were in a world without evil, a world where peace was a way of life, a world where anything was possible. a world that tore away all sadness. if i’ve ever had an idea of what heaven was like, it was through you, through your kiss. your innocent kisses sending flames of passion down my back, and all throughout my body. your protective nature making me feel needed and wanted, like i was special to you. 
. you gave me reason to believe…that the juice was worth the squeeze.”
There comes a time in every mans life where he realizes that his girl is all that matters. that nothing can compare to the beauty and innocence she portrays. He begins to see life for what it really is. He pushes the fog of uncertainty away and begins to see a perfect world. A world without evil, without wars and rumors of wars. A paradise of sorts. He sees this world only through her eyes. She makes him feel lifted up, empowered, as if anything is possible. He begins to realize that she is his world. He begins to understand one of life’s most valuable lessons…To take the leap of faith…follow your heart, rather than your mind.
Love is when everything is perfect as long as you are together.
There is an indescribeable feeling of rightness when you’re with the one you love.
Being in love is a rush of too much feelings to me, probably like an error from my body. It’s like you get too sensibile. Allthough being together with that person would let you feel free and whole. As long as you aren’t, you’re fucked.
Love is just… you’re there. Tadaa. And that’s it. You and that person just are. There’s a deep feeling of respect there and intamcy. And yes, you do have your problems. But you want to work them out. Love isn’t obsession to the point where you can’t think straight. Love is different the just pure lust (even though lust can be just as much fun).
Love is also not necassarily marriage. Marriage is about having a life partner, which needs compatibility as much as it needs love.
And you can love a lot ot people, things and places at once. And every time it’s just a little different.
After almost a year we have started talking again and now we are together. Everything is perfect to how it should be. Me and the girl I love are together at last and there doesn’t seem to be anything that could change that. So now I can truly see what I believe love to be. I think it is when to people are so close nothing can come between it but when the two are apart it hurts and begins to bring to two people aside again which is why now my and my loved one shall be together.
Thanks again for your advice
Thats if you still read this
Goodbye
Ha, I’ve never been in love with someone before. I don’t actually think I’m capable of being in love with someone, though. I have crushes, one of which has lasted over a year and has really annoyed me. But I just ignore those feelings as if they weren’t there and don’t bother doing anything about them. So yeah, I couldn’t possibly tell you what being ‘in love’ feels like. Although from the ten pages preceding this post you probably found your answer. I just couldn’t be bothered to read them.
Actually, does being in love with music count? Or guitars?
It’s what makes you feel like you’re on top of the world when you’ve got it, or like sh*t when you don’t…
well I feel like sh*t most of the time anyway. So I am immune to lovesickness. Woo!