Life without you

My name's Samantha. 16 years old, currently living in Florida. My story is a confusing one, and I don't understand it most of the time, you're not expected to either. I made this blog to vent, and try and sort things out. I don't like taking things out on people, so this is how I organize before getting angry. Don't like it, don't follow.
I'm so beyond proud of you Tyler.

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  1. goodbyes-made-you-mine:

    dancingcaitlins:

    whiskeytangofudgenuts:

    U.S Marine singing “Home” on an airplane.

    This is my favorite song.

    I cannot watch this right now. Stop it.

    Omg I can’t even…

    (via timeislove-hooah)

  2. April 23, 2013; Letter Number 39

    “Catch a ride, catch a cab, don’t ya know l miss ya bad, but don’t you walk to me. Baby, run, cut a path across the blue sky. Straight in a straight line, you can’t get here fast enough. Find a truck, fire it up, lean on the gas and off the clutch, leave Dallas in the dust. I need you in a rush, so baby run.”
    Love you,
    Sammy
    xo

  3. April 22, 2012; Letter Number 38

    I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you.
    Please come back to me soon. I need you here. I hope you made it back safely, tell Italy to be good to you. I love you, Ty.
    “I finally found you. Could it have been easier? Yeah. A little smoother ride, maybe so. But lying here with you would I change one thing about that road? No.”
    Always always always,
    Sammy
    xo


  4. High Resolution
  5. sixwordlovestory:

Military makes it hard. You don’t. sixwordlovestory:

Military makes it hard. You don’t.
    High Resolution

    sixwordlovestory:

    Military makes it hard. You don’t.

  6. April 18, 2012; Letter Number 37

    Now that I have finally wrapped my head around all of this, I knew I needed a letter. I saw you yesterday. You messaged me on Facebook and told me to text you. I sent you my number and said I didnt have yours anymore, text me. So you did.
    “Hey”
    “Hey”
    “How are you?”
    “I’m good… How are you?”
    “eh could be better”
    “and why is that?”
    “well things with me and Emily are ending and just a lot to explain”
    “is that why you’re talking to me?”
    “I wasn’t able to talk to you cause of her
    She had my passwords to everything my Skype my Facebook email
    That’s why I have a lot to explain
    So I’m sorry”
    “you were in another country.. You couldn’t just delete it like you always did? I don’t know what you want me to say.. Im not just gonna forgive you. I appreciate that you apologized but look at what you did to me”
    “I know Sam but I would like to have a chance to come over and talk but I understand if you don’t “
    “you’re home?”
    “ya”
    “where are you now?”
    “home”
    “meet me at the Walmart parking lot?”
    “The grocery store one by McDonald’s”
    “yeah”
    “are you there now?”
    “no I will be in 5 minutes”
    We talked. You just apologized for everything, you said that you were honestly sorry, and that you think about me every single day, and that you don’t regret talking to me, you don’t regret that she found out, and then I asked why and you grabbed my left hand with your right and the back of my neck with your left and said “because I still love you” and I started crying. And then my boyfriend called cause we were supposed to go to lunch and You said you wanted to meet him and make sure he was good to me, so I told ray to come to where we were and you talked for a little and then we all left, and crazy girl by Eli young band was on when you got in the truck, and you rolled down your window and go “crazy girl!” and I was like “me??” and you said “the song!” and smiled.. So we’re hanging out Thursday, when I’m off and have no plans. It was so nice to see you and hug you again. I was still in shock until lastnight when I had time to lay in bed and just think about it. I cried, of course. I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re back in my life.
    Always,
    Sammy
    xo


  7. High Resolution
  8. February 23, 2012; Letter Number 36

    We’re watching a WW2 video in history right now. If they say one more thing about soldiers dying, I will cry,
    I still think about you everyday. I still miss you. I still love you.

    “you love me, I love you, your heart hurts, mine does too. But it’s just words, and they cut deep, but it’s our world- its just us two.”

    Always,
    Sammy
    xo