Dear Love,

I find myself writing letters to you often, Have you got the rest? I wanted to ask, why are you so hard to conquer? Have you heard lately, your the only kind of music i hear, the only kind of stories i read about, but yet i find it hard to have you for myself. Why isnt it easy, like opening the car door, waking up for the next day, or finding my way to the desktop of my cpu? I think once upon a time you were meant for me, but I think long ago, I ruined it. I remember walking hand in hand, heart to heart, but it was difficult to be with you, because I just didnt believe you. You've given me everything, smiles, tears, and joy, but i guess i wasnt comfortable with you being my significant other. You lifted my thoughts to dreams, everything became real, more than what it seemed. I think that as I get older, you've declared vengeance and you have it out for me, until i prove you wrong. Im sorry I didnt believe you at first, but now your all i think about, I wish I didnt feel so hurt. Maybe I've slowed myself down, wasting time on you, but what do i do, I think, I know, I NEED you. I dont want to mess up the next oppurutnity at hand, all I ask, is that you give me plenty of footsteps in the sand.

- SiiMonE ViiCtoRia.