Someone asked me to write him everyday. One mail a day, I didnt do first time. He asked again. First day I didnt do, now he got mad and he said ‘ remember dont write me ok?’. well, honestly I was not sure how serious he was, and I dont know what to write about too. If he were realy serious it made me even more uncomfortable, as I didnt feel for that strong for him. Well, I have nothing to say than sorry.
In fact I do want to write someone one mail a day, and I want to see his mail everyday too. I had a friend who had a boyfriend who called her every single day, that he spent more money on calling than what he gets in salary. I think I would never let my boyfriend do that, so I will never be that lucky.
He asked me once to write diary for him, so he knows what I think and how I feel everyday. I dont know if he was serious, as he never asks for that again. But I do have that diary for him, and I read it myself. I dont know if he will ever have opportunity to read it. I neve mention it for him. I ask myself why I spend time for such things, but it’s those things that make me feel alive.
I will try to write one letter a day… to someone, someone I dont even know what’s in his mind. Someone everyone doesnt appreciate. Someone known as liar. Someone that only exist in my hope and my dream. I really have no idea, if he was fake but I have hope. Something tells me he’s all right, coz I used to trust him. I guess deep down inside he does have a heart, a good one.
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