To the One I thought I would grow old with.
In the style of Pucker Mob, if you dont know what that is google it . To the one I thought I would grow old with, I read these various articles that explain my feels to the point . I feel like they are reading from my diary, my personal one not the one I put out there. We were beautiful you and me . Some kind of storm that just worked , you made the demons in my head grow quiet. I silenced yours, I brought light into your life like you said when all you could see was darkness. I remember that first night we spent together, both young, stupid and falling in love. I was thinking these dreams in my head. Marrying and falling deep in love the kind that you see in movies and want so badly. We moved in together and began the "married life" even though we weren't married. We both worked jobs and lived a comfortable life style for awhile. Then hard times hit , and with those hard times , came regret , sorrow , and depression. You yelled , and made your point too many times ...