[an open letter. sort of.]
..the waiting, I mean.
It’s either you’re pre-occupied working or you’re sleeping.
Not that I’m complaining or anything, but yeah I’m complaining. Well, kinda.
Don’t get me wrong but I do understand that you are tied up to do all of those things. But what about me?! Aren’t you ‘tied’ up with me as well? Or I’m just not on the priority list?!
Perhaps I do sound selfish. But I’m not perfect. I get hurt. I get tired.
But what irritates [and the same time] amazes me the most is that all of those ill feelings disappear when I’m finally with you.
Whew. The irony. I know.
You should watch P.S. I Love You.
Even after all of this bullsh*t ranting, I know that you will always be my Gerry.
P.S. iloveyouubermuchmuchmost ♥♥♥
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