Reason is because this brutal unsolved triple murder. They were camping on a tent and were brutally murdered at night. The victims are buried nearby my great grandparents grave. So all my life I haven't been able escape remembering that awful murder. That is still unsolved after all these decades.
I was so in love that I could not see. Not see writing in the wall. Or all the red flags you were showing. My eyes saw everything through the pink glasses. But now I know. Nothing can stop me seeing. Seeing who you truly are. Liar, cheater, abuser, the monster
I'm true child of night. I'm always been up at dead of night. Even as little child. I was playing nighttime with my toys. It actually runs in two biological family lines. Rather work at the night and sleep at day. Following the Dracula lifestyle like some people call it.
No matter how many times you said it. It will never be true. No matter how much I want to believe. Still it is just a lie. You don’t mean to lie. Yet we both know this will never last. This ain’t going to be forever. We ain’t star-crossed lovers.
Emojis are easy to way show emotions and not just text. Because text can be read in many ways. Like when text my best friend I hate you. 😂 It is easy to see I don't actually hate her or being mad. That I'm joking. She reply same as me to when she is texting me she hates me. It is always: I love you too.
It was worth the risks move here. I actually did not plan to throw my phone to the sea. It is safe to say I did get really a brand new start. I was also thinking other countries and cities. But luckily I did choose Tallinn. Over ten years later none of those cities are safe anymore.
There is no denying that sparks fly every time we kiss. I know this love is not right but… I can’t help feeling this way. Your love is bad for me in every single way. Still I let this love burn me. I know none of this is good for me. My heart just can’t say no. This love has to be unholy.
That is something that makes me still nervous. My blogs has helped me so much with my anxiety about sharing my writing. And I absolutely love sharing my poems online. Hearing what others think my poems. But the thought that people will be able read my stories. That still gives me anxiety. Because stories are lot more work endless hours spend writing them. Also my closeness to some of the characters. Makes the biggest difference between stories and poems.
Asked for me or my best friend? If you ask my best friend she would say that I use social media to make her choke on her drinks. But that is not my fault. I have told her don't drink anything when reading my messages. Yet she continues to drink and reading my messages. How is that my fault? I'm not trying to kill her with a joke. It is not my fault she has great sense of humor.
Tell me how it feels to know that I will never be back in your life? To know that I’m gone. To know I’ will never again say your name. See me move on. Tell me how it feels that it is over forever? Happily ever after ended because of you. Because what you did to me. And there is no coming back.
Mysteries by Rose 