Why is it that when we finally decide to move on with our lives the past wont let us? How many times have you told yourself you wasn't going to answer that call or reply back to that email? As much as you say you're tired of giving 110% and only getting 30% back, why do you still bother. You bother or (I) bother because I'm hoping for a change. I'm hoping you'll give me what I give you. I want you to make me feel as special as I make you. You feel like my one & only, regardless if you are or not. To stand by me during times that I can barely feed myself but I have a pen & paper. To be able to get my ideas out there makes starving all worth it.
To taste, smell, feel, see and touch writing, lets me know my heart is in the right place. I wait patiently for you to do the right thing, but how long do you expect me to wait? Making the first move is hard enough what else do you want me to do? Don't let the time you have now pass you by, another chance may not be in our cards my love.
-Jonez
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