I wrote this for a girl I can’t seem to get over.
Lately I find myself thinking about you a lot and I have realized I am nowhere near getting over you, but I go through each day pretending that I have.
How can I get over you, when I can
still imagine the warmth of you nudged so close to me? How can I get over you when your sweet laughter still resounds in my head? How can I get over you, when your scent chases me everywhere I go? How can I forget you, when I still search the crowd for your smile?
How?
Tell me how, because really I know you have moved on and I ought to too!
I need to quash those dreams I had of growing old with you. I need to erase those thoughts of coming home to you. I need to forget the thoughts of making little me and you. I just wanna forget.
I wanna forget, but a large part of my heart knows I am just a little too not over you.
HILLARY OBIORAH
Eya: Obiorah you try well well, well done o. Can anyone beat him? Who can write better? Let’s hear you…
Lately I find myself thinking about you a lot and I have realized I am nowhere near getting over you, but I go through each day pretending that I have.
How can I get over you, when I can
still imagine the warmth of you nudged so close to me? How can I get over you when your sweet laughter still resounds in my head? How can I get over you, when your scent chases me everywhere I go? How can I forget you, when I still search the crowd for your smile?
How?
Tell me how, because really I know you have moved on and I ought to too!
I need to quash those dreams I had of growing old with you. I need to erase those thoughts of coming home to you. I need to forget the thoughts of making little me and you. I just wanna forget.
I wanna forget, but a large part of my heart knows I am just a little too not over you.
HILLARY OBIORAH
Eya: Obiorah you try well well, well done o. Can anyone beat him? Who can write better? Let’s hear you…
This is small pikin love letter ahn ahn. Obiorah, I think I can do better than this. You know Igb* men never learn the art of chyking. They only learn the art of buy and sell.
MY LETTER:
Dearest Beauty, you are a sight to behold. From the first day I set my eyes on you. I haven't been able to breathe. I can't eat, I can't do nothing. Babe, give me your love and you'll never regret you did. Give me a chance and I won't disappoint.
This post just brought back old memories:
Dearest Angel, has anyone ever told you you are the most beautiful woman on earth? Your smile, your charm and charisma, they make my heart melt.
I love you!!!
Isn't Hillary a lady's name?
Aunty Eya, is there a way of knowing who cheats? I'm very sure some men and women will go get tips from Google and Yahoo to come brag here now.
I have a nephew named Hillary and I keep wondering why they named him that.
Dearest Whoever,
You are the jelly to my burger, the knife to my soup, the glitter to my sushi and the ketchup to my ice cream … My point is, you are worthless!
Aunty Eya, na BBA get you now abi? I'm getting you!
Peopl please show mercy naaa. Who is this trying to publicise a letter sent her by a lover. Do you want to embarass or what? If you are a guy, so you showing off hia thinking none can beat your skills? You lie
Lolzzzzzzz. I'm getting in o.
Cool though,quite heart-attending.
Can't remember the last time I did such,I miss falling in love.
The new is me bliss,love doesn't live here nor visits.
~BONARIO~says so via NOKIA3310
Dearest sugar boy, I like you from a distance. I want you badly in my life but society won't let me say.*rme*
Catch me if you can. #RunningAway
Dearest sugar boy, I like you from a distance. I want you badly in my life but society won't let me say.*rme*
Catch me if you can. #RunningAway
"I need to forget the thoughts of MAKING LITTLE ME AND YOU."
I love the capitalised phrase.
@ Rubynnia, if you were a man I bet you'd be a great chyker.
Its unisex oh..
@Annonymous 9.35, are u for real?
Lol; thanks Jayne for the compliment!
Which kind olden days letter be this.
Dry letter.
Dearest Angel,
ever since I allowed Jove to Use you and penetrate the inner Chambers of my most treasured heart, I 've longed for non but thee. You brighten my day with the glorious rays of the morning sun, that emittates from your most enchanting smile. Your Frangrance is meant not for Mortals, but for the King who dwelt above men… I longed for the morning U 'll walk into my Garden, sit beside me, look me straight in the eyes n tell me your wishes….
Pheeew, I don tire joor.
VALENTINE!
Dearest Angel,
ever since I allowed Jove to Use you and penetrate the inner Chambers of my most treasured heart, I 've longed for non but thee. You brighten my day with the glorious rays of the morning sun, that emittates from your most enchanting smile. Your Frangrance is meant not for Mortals, but for the King who dwelt above men… I longed for the morning U 'll walk into my Garden, sit beside me, look me straight in the eyes n tell me your wishes….
Pheeew, I don tire joor.
VALENTINE!
Call me a learner if u want but What or who is a chyker please?
I like this. My head dey sewll like say na me dem write am tozm
A chyker is a toaster.