ok the chick is ugly. just so you know. id give her a four nice girl but ugly. haha this is great. im gonna use something like this to pick up a girl
I'm writing you again. I guess I can consider myself very lucky, I've fallen for the most atractive girl in the world. Yesterday I had to stop and think about what she really meant to me. Was she just a spur of the moment fling? Is she a waste of time? Is she really worth helping? The answers to all these questions were so simply asked and even more simpler to answer. She is more than a spur of the moment fling because I want her for every moment I'm alive and every breath I take has her thought in it. She would never be a waste of time becaue she herself seems to stop time when she is around me and she drones out ll other thoghts of pain and misery while I'm around her. When she comes arond I forget all about the past I used to live and all about the life style I used to live. To me helping her is what I truly want to do because no one has ever accepted me for what I am or tried ot help me with what I am no one but her. I will help her in any way possible because she showed a dead man a little spirit ot rekindle the flame of life and love. As I talked to her on the phone she asked me what I would do to prove my love to her. I would crawl down a path of thorns or climd a thousand foot wall or trek to the most barren lifeless place on earth I would climb right up to the sky just to capture the stars and I would live in exile ot keep her from seeing my wretched face. I soon started to ask myself questions. Why am I so deserving of her? What does she see in a poor boy like me? Why does she accept my problems and is willing ot help me whe no one else would or could? baby if you could please answer those questions. But I have to leave for now and I will be back soon!!
this was on one of those online diary things so yes, she read it.
I'm writing you again. I guess I can consider myself very lucky, I've fallen for the most atractive girl in the world. Yesterday I had to stop and think about what she really meant to me. Was she just a spur of the moment fling? Is she a waste of time? Is she really worth helping? The answers to all these questions were so simply asked and even more simpler to answer. She is more than a spur of the moment fling because I want her for every moment I'm alive and every breath I take has her thought in it. She would never be a waste of time becaue she herself seems to stop time when she is around me and she drones out ll other thoghts of pain and misery while I'm around her. When she comes arond I forget all about the past I used to live and all about the life style I used to live. To me helping her is what I truly want to do because no one has ever accepted me for what I am or tried ot help me with what I am no one but her. I will help her in any way possible because she showed a dead man a little spirit ot rekindle the flame of life and love. As I talked to her on the phone she asked me what I would do to prove my love to her. I would crawl down a path of thorns or climd a thousand foot wall or trek to the most barren lifeless place on earth I would climb right up to the sky just to capture the stars and I would live in exile ot keep her from seeing my wretched face. I soon started to ask myself questions. Why am I so deserving of her? What does she see in a poor boy like me? Why does she accept my problems and is willing ot help me whe no one else would or could? baby if you could please answer those questions. But I have to leave for now and I will be back soon!!
this was on one of those online diary things so yes, she read it.