I always thought I was good with words. Until today I found that always to be true. When it comes to writing I have always had that knack. But today I have found that even when I write I get into trouble. I find it like talking, when you talk before thinking you get into a mess. It is the same for writing. I got myself in a mess by writing out of anger before thinking about what it could do to others. As a direct result of letters written to a special someone, I have caused hurt, pain, and a loss of trust, of the one person that means everything to me. With my careless throw around of words, my lack of good sense I have betrayed, and let down the love of my life. All I have ever wanted to do is make her happy, but I am not so sure that she is. If I don't make her happy then I'd hope she tell me, and if she is happy then I would hope she would tell me that too.
In case you ever read this Melody, I want you to know I am sorry, and I do love you with all my heart and soul. I know I am not perfect, and I do have my faults, but I want to work them all out right beside you. I love you so very much!!! Ok this entry has gone on long enough. So this is the end of this journal entry.