from my secret diary. Chapter: 'men of my life'

I met so many man. And I will meet more.

Dear N.

I remember every word you uttered.
Any promises on which I waited imagining the ever going to happen.
Being with you always in those moments when you hear you have cancer.
You had me on the distance of hand. It was enough just to reach it. You told me a thousand beautiful words just to turn me off from my road. And you done it. In style. I was ready to stand by your side, try to go the same way. Not only drew attention to the blindly waded in it destroying something that built slowly over many years. You blow out my beautiful house of cards by one word. I dont blame you. Maybe it was a momentary fascination with your side. And my naivety. been feeding me poison flowing out of your mouth. But I liked this, wanted more and more just to be close to you. Just to you accept me the way who I am.
Don't regrets moments spent together. My only regret is not used those opportunities that we wasted by your lack of time and my hopes. On another story.
You can't get anything if you don't try it. Remember. Things come to us when we don't wait for them, but they have to mean something to us. And we have to take care of. Not watered flower - wither.
Don't think I'm mad. I just feel sorry that we didn't use the time given us a chance. And I'm sorry you threw me out of your life for a no reason. More from sincere truth hurts ignoring someone. Apparently I was someone important to you.
You are one of the chapters in my life. A lot of mean. So probably already remain forever. Yes I do think about you. But I can't wait longer. I can't waste time for someone who doesn't have it for me. Nevertheless, I still wish you will find your piece of heaven.
The last time lie to me and tell me that you want me.
Please.

Reviews

[Trace]

I dont mean to be extremely critical, but this needs a lot of work.
it could be good and tell the story you are trying to express
but I got lost in all the grammatical mistakes.

This is obviously directed at someone you loved and shows the pain of losing them
you can do a little work on it and make it read much nicer.

Welcome to the writers cafe.
Trace