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
I love you with every ounce of my being my dear, I have been faithful to you and will continue to be.
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
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.
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!
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 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 love you. I can love you like nobody else could. If I can’t have you, nobody can have you”
Who would have thought that having an affair would ruin my life, but also me as a person? My marriage was falling apart before it even began. Myra and I were perfect for each other, we first met in college in the Boston area, she was in her first year of medical school while I was in my second but was studying business. I never believed in love at first sight, but I think it was pretty close. She was the most beautiful individual I have ever seen; her skin was flawless along with long black hair and her smile could stop a truck from a mile away.