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Colin, [20 Mar 2005|02:19pm]
This is my apology letter.

For all the kisses I won't get to shower you with.
For every hug I won't be able to embrace with you.
For every night I won't get to hold you as you sleep or be held and know that in the morning we'd wake to see each other.
For the concert I promised to take you to, but won't be able to attend.
For the mess I left in your bathroom. I had been in a hurry.
For not being able to love you like I had wanted. I wanted so much to give you everything I had, and even more than I could afford.
For not telling you I loved you every minute of the day. I thought it though.
For not talking about what has been going on lately. I just don't want to see you hurt.

There's so much to be sorry for, Colin, I don't know what more I can write without seeming silly, without you getting more upset at me. The letters on the table are from Houston. I figured you should be the one to read them so you can know why I'm leaving like I am. I never thought my past would catch up with me. I came to this camp for a fresh start. And I really did love every minute here, good and bad, mostly because I've had you with me, right from the start.

I left my lyrics for you. It's not much, but each one was written with thoughts of you. You have no idea how much you've made an imprint on my life. Up until the end, I'll think of you. I would have asked you to marry me, you know. If I had the time left, I would have asked for you to be there for the rest of my life. Would have hoped that you would love me for the rest of yours.

I don't know how to end this letter. With so much to say and not enough time or space to write it. When it all comes down, all I can think of to say is I love you and I'm sorry.

Someday, I'll hope you'll come to forgive me, to accept that I left because I just didn't want to get you hurt on my account. That all I wanted was a good life for you. And I hope you have one. I hope that in the event of my leave it will not have all been in vain.

Be safe, Colin. And if they come and ask for me, tell them that you didn't know me. It's for the best.

Jared Leto

Even mountains must one day crumble. . . [29 Jan 2005|12:14am]
[ mood | numb ]

I hate for my first set of lyrics to be ones of sadness and loss. . .

But as Wilde once said, behind every beautiful thing there lay a tragedy.

Tuesday, 3 AMCollapse ).Collapse )

I hope something good will grow from this. I hope you can find some measure of peace, Colin. You deserve only good things.

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Well, damn. . . [16 Dec 2004|11:45pm]
[ mood | impressed ]

What d'ya know. . .it works.

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