Written by Sally Wilson
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Dear Jack,
These past four years have
been one huge roller coaster ride. When we first met, everything was so new and
exciting. Now, however, I sometimes wish I’d never met you. Every time I seem
to be getting over you, you do something so completely you that it just draws
me back in. To me, you’re perfect. You’re charming, funny, and just…you. I
don’t know how to say this, but I know that I somehow have to. Jack, you hold
me down. Every relationship I’ve had since I met you has failed because of you.
I don’t understand why you try to stay around, and I’m not sure I want to know.
I’ve tried so many times to just forget you, but unfortunately, I can’t. You’re
stuck in my mind. I just wanted you to know this, and maybe now that you know
how I feel, you’ll figure out how you feel. Last year was hell for us, I know,
but please try to figure it out so we can both move on with our lives.
Love Always,
Rose
I found a letter that said:
"I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down."
You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now.
But save for a few of those late night episodes,
Missed opportunities, and "I Don't Cares,"
There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.
I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,
Just make sure you're not there.
This may sound bad, don't take it the wrong way.
I love you, however, you hold me down
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
Cancel our dinner with Max and Coraline
Feed Jackie’s gerbil
And try to stay clean
We'll talk it over after I’ve had some time alone to sort it out
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold me down
You hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love.
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
The End.
