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Secret Love
letters

Letter - (by Napolean Bonaparte)
Paris, December 1795
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!
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" Tamika"
No more talking of darkness, forgetting these wide eye of fear why I'm here, nothing cna harming you my words will warm and calm you. Letting me be your freedom, letting daylight drying your tears. I'm here with you, beside you, to graud you and to guide you.
"Alexander"
saying you love me each and every day, waking moment, turning my head with the talk of summertime. Saying you need me with you now and always.. Please promise me everything you say is ture. that's all I want to know. ...
I love this guy but he is in love with this gurl at his church. He is in my 2nd period class. I wish he would just look my way. I is one of my bestfriends. Maybe one day he can maybe see whats in front of him and not behind.You were not mine to have - (by yourbabygirl)
You were not mine to have, but yet your still here.
you came on so strong, everyone told me not to let my heart get hurt and I assured them, I would not, I know what I am doing...you told me things that I wanted to hear, you kissed me so gently and held me so close with what I can still remember as very passionately, I wasn't falling in love don't worry.. just because my heart starts beating so hard you can see it through my shirt, and just because I smile so much when it's you at my door, and just because you tell me that you don't want to go home...doesn't mean that I have lost all my senses and let you into my heart...I know you belong to someone else...I am just having fun and when you decide that your going to be a good husband again and say good-bye to me, I will smile and kiss you good-bye without any ache in my heart...because I knew from the beginning that you were not mine to have.
You said good-bye it was a little harder then I had expected, but you walked away.....I cried, I cried real hard buy it was my own fault, you belonged to someone else....the knock at my door the next morning
was quite a surprise to me but my heart pounded even harder then before you haven't left me since that morning 2 1/2 years ago baby....and I still know, 'you were not mine to have'Stepping out - (by roses_pinknwhite)
I have a story and I have to say, its one I have told noone before and I don’t have to courage to say so because it will only make things worse.
Well, my friend *Racheal. I wasn’t really close to her. We were just friends and I met her ex boyfriend after theyd broken up. He’d sent me this personality forwards and it was all about him. I thought he was the sweetest guy id ever met, evn tho I hadn’t really met him. I added his email on msn and we talked. Introduced each other and we became friends. He was always saying how much he loved *racheal still, and I thought that was sweet. All through this time, I had a crush on him. I knew it was wrong and I hope I never made a move because I didn’t want to. I really thought he and esther were meant for each other. So I moved on. I tried to make him feel better weneva he was angry and stuff, all this time, on msn. I had never met him in real life. But he was my friend. I liked some other guys but during the school holidays, we seemed to talk more than we used to. I have to admit, he became like a best friend. And I began to like him all over again.
Again, I hoped I hadn’t made any move on him because I still believed they wer such a great and sweet couple. (they were childhood friends!) and yeah..
Well you know how he talked about her a lot? I got to know her better, and I read her blogs, and I knew her better and better. Not as much as her close friends but more than I did b4. ...
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