bryanssong
11-02-2002, 06:36 PM
a letter i recieved from Bryan today
I know that my presence is needed in these turmoil times, but as you already know my present conditions is beyond my control.. I am labeled by society as a convict and loving a convict is a hard thing to do. No one knows this better than you. Sticking it out is so hard they say, giving your heart is a hard price to pay. Its the kind of love with no one to hold, Its feeling weak, but being bold. Its waiting and anticipating a letter each day and the smile you get when one comes your way. It is letting me whisper my love to you on the phone and you whispering back, "i love you too". Then the kiss and the promise to wait knowing the parole board is holding my fate. Loving a convict is no fun, but its worth the time when my time is done. Remembering me is sad and lonely from being away, missing you more and more with each passing day. so love and miss me and telling me so because if you really love me, i need to know everytime. dreaming of you is all i can do, but some day my love, our dreams will come true. Time is written in volumes of three, the past, the present and the yet to be. the past is over and put away , the present we live from day to day, the yet to be, is the best of the three, together we will share it, just you and me. :)
I know that my presence is needed in these turmoil times, but as you already know my present conditions is beyond my control.. I am labeled by society as a convict and loving a convict is a hard thing to do. No one knows this better than you. Sticking it out is so hard they say, giving your heart is a hard price to pay. Its the kind of love with no one to hold, Its feeling weak, but being bold. Its waiting and anticipating a letter each day and the smile you get when one comes your way. It is letting me whisper my love to you on the phone and you whispering back, "i love you too". Then the kiss and the promise to wait knowing the parole board is holding my fate. Loving a convict is no fun, but its worth the time when my time is done. Remembering me is sad and lonely from being away, missing you more and more with each passing day. so love and miss me and telling me so because if you really love me, i need to know everytime. dreaming of you is all i can do, but some day my love, our dreams will come true. Time is written in volumes of three, the past, the present and the yet to be. the past is over and put away , the present we live from day to day, the yet to be, is the best of the three, together we will share it, just you and me. :)