I can't sleep. All I can do is think about you. Luke. I miss you. I know I fucked up. Trust me. I ruined my whole life. You made me so happy. Just seeing your name pop up on my phone made me smile like crazy. I don't know what to do without my husband. I feel like crying every hour of the day. You're the best person to ever come into my life. And I lost you. I love you to death. But I fucked up. I need you. There's something about you that I just can't let go of. You're just so perfect in every way. I love you so much I don't know how to express it. I'm done with other guys. All I want is you. I need my husband back. But no matter how much I swear on everything that means anything to me. It doesn't change what I did. I don't deserve you. But
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
I love you with my entire heart, if you promise me that you won’t give up, then I’ll quit smoking. I love you sweetie, get better!
This all seems now. I wish we could return to that happiness, but It is all too late. I have ruined everything you worked so hard for me. You were a role model to everyone who knew you. Well respected, brave.
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
I constantly wish I was with you, and the days I’m not with you, or the times I go awhile without seeing you, I feel like a part of me is missing. You’re my best friend, boyfriend, cuddle buddy, and ultimately the love of my life. You don’t even know how much I hate hearing that the both of us don’t know if we are going to be together in a year, five years, or ten. I don’t want anyone else. I’m scared of how I’ll be if you and I break up. I know if that ever does come to be finding someone will be so difficult because I’ll compare them to you the entire way through. I will always love you, no matter if we end on bad terms or good. Thank you so much for being so good to me and always putting up with
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
I wish you didn’t. I loved you the moment I met you. I’ll love you til your last
I tried to define to Myra so many times that I was going to end it with her that’s why she came over and I never loved Miranda that I love you and that I didn’t want to lose her. But she didn’t have a bar of it and would either slam the door in my face or hang up the phone. Now I am in an apartment all by myself with no one around because I made this one mistake that lost me the love of my life. I regret everything that I did and still to this day I am trying to get Myra back
“I love you. I can love you like nobody else could. If I can’t have you, nobody can have you”