Dear someone,

I saw your face today. And the way my hear did race today. And my loss of words to say. And no matter what it is u say, it seems like it was just yesterday, when u broke my hart-, hart that day. So now each and every night before bed, I lay and before I sleep and snore in bed, I fight with the words in my head, As they stumble around unlike the words thy head. The ones in mine haven't gotten over u yet. I imagine you'll never read this, but my hart-, hart is what leads to this. And even if u one dag read this, now that my lips have freed this, would u even now what it's about, who it's about? Because it is about the breaking of my heart, done door thou.

Sincerely,
Someone u probably won't remember now that u have Ashley.

P.S. Who ever u are, who ever u aren't, when u read this, beware of my bleeding eyes and crying heart.