Kristen, you've disappeared, like everything else. Now who else can I talk to? I'm lost. When you left, when he left, you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I'm glad, the pain was the only reminder that he was real. That you all were.
Kristen. I saw him. Maybe I'm crazy now, but I guess that's okay. If a rush of danger is what it takes to see him, than that's what I'll find. Even if it means having to see him look all forlorn and miserable... Even if it means I have to realize that the pictures were taken in front of his parents house... with his family. Even if it means I have to put up with a huge Pap/Respect debate.
Kristen, is it possible that everything's true? The fairy tales and horror stories? Is it possible that there isn't anything sane and normal at all? Have you seen some of the bullshit on the internet? I hope not. There are actually sites dedicated to hating you. How scary is that?
I don't get it, Kristen. If I want to believe that you and Robert are really leprechauns frolicking through a field of four leaf clovers... chasing rainbows... What's it to them?
There isn't anything sane or normal about the reaction that just the word "Robsten" inspires.
Kristen... Things are bad again. Without Rob... I can't stand it. I don't see you or Rob anymore. Now it really feels like you never existed. I will find a place where I can see you again. I hope it's London... Tonight. ;)
These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Bye for now ♥