I don't know why I am
writing this letter exactly, and
I don't know if you will recieve this letter... exactly. Infact, I have not truely written anyone in
ages; I can't
sleep. My mind dwels off into a
valley of thoughts. Yes it is
earily to sleep. Yes I am
tired. Why I think what I think doesen't make sense all the time; why I can't stop thinking of you. And I think I can understand that. But I don't understand myself all the time. And yes all the time I exactly have known why I am writing this
letter.
Everybody has
moments in there lives...
I wish I could tell you how much I cherish spending time with you,
How those are the
moments in my life.
How I could tell you...
Happy Birthday,
Love,
Arlo