Dear You, I saw you yesterday, at a carnival that my friends and I decided to go. There you were, looking nice as usual. You looked freshly groomed and I wondered why until I saw her. Both of you laughed together, enjoying the time of your lives, with your hand around her waist. I looked at her. She is beautiful, nothing compared to me. I suddenly wondered how you could even stand to stay with me for so long. I realised that maybe..., maybe this time you've finally found your own definition of beautiful. I smiled a little at the thought of that, before my friends came and pulled me away to join them for the carnival rides, oblivious to the fact that I was staring right at you. But now I'm finally letting go of the final string you had on my violin heart, because if you want someone you love to be happy, sometimes you'll have to let them go. And I know that you are at your happiest because you're taking pictures... Of her. #DearYouPart3 by poemsfeeling

Dear You, I saw you yesterday, at a carnival that my friends and I decided to go. There you were, looking nice as usual. You looked freshly groomed and I wondered why until I saw her. Both of you laughed together, enjoying the time of your lives, with your hand around her waist. I looked at her. She is beautiful, nothing compared to me. I suddenly wondered how you could even stand to stay with me for so long. I realised that maybe..., maybe this time you've finally found your own definition of beautiful. I smiled a little at the thought of that, before my friends came and pulled me away to join them for the carnival rides, oblivious to the fact that I was staring right at you. But now I'm finally letting go of the final string you had on my violin heart, because if you want someone you love to be happy, sometimes you'll have to let them go. And I know that you are at your happiest because you're taking pictures... Of her. #DearYouPart3 by poemsfeeling


Dear You, I saw you yesterday, at a carnival that my friends and I decided to go. There you were, looking nice as usual. You looked freshly groomed and I wondered why until I saw her. Both of you laughed together, enjoying the time of your lives, with your hand around her waist. I looked at her. She is beautiful, nothing compared to me. I suddenly wondered how you could even stand to stay with me for so long. I realised that maybe..., maybe this time you've finally found your own definition of beautiful. I smiled a little at the thought of that, before my friends came and pulled me away to join them for the carnival rides, oblivious to the fact that I was staring right at you. But now I'm finally letting go of the final string you had on my violin heart, because if you want someone you love to be happy, sometimes you'll have to let them go. And I know that you are at your happiest because you're taking pictures... Of her. #DearYouPart3 by poemsfeeling via Instagram http://ift.tt/1I8eOWS at November 08, 2014 at 07:32PM • Details about Mehedi Menafa http://ift.tt/1G78OqZ • Trend News Online : http://ift.tt/1HXcMbL November 08, 2014 at 07:32PM

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