So im a teenage girl growing up in the City. Faced with all the usual teenage drama: boys, make-up, mother-dearest, etc. And, Oh yeah. I'm bipolar.



Saturday, 17 March 2012

Beautiful pain

Love. Every time I think of you my heart fills with a feeling that is physically impossible to describe but is without a doubt love of the purest and most all consuming kind. There are so many cliches about love and all so true. Everyone believes their love is one of a kind, better than anyone else's and despite evidence to the contrary so do I. My love is a rare kind - one of the lucky few to find their true soul-mate. My best friend, and definitely the best lover ever! My life is yours, everything is for you. Perhaps true altruism does exist?

Each moment without you is a beautiful pain. A longing wait. Knowing that when I see you again it will be the happiest moment of my life - as is every moment with you.

Yovrs onli. Forever.

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