Pencil, does this make sense?

I'm writing especially for you, you deserve it more than anyone else. You're over looked by everyone. Sometimes even myself. I hardly speak to you anymore. I can't believe I just left you for someone who I though could possibly be more permanent. I liked the way, you made, going back and changing my errors easier. Well the once that weren't serious. This knew someone just went with the flow, and never thought twice before doing something. I'm slowly trying reaching out to you. Please forgive me, I've come to realized I need more than just this other person. I want things to go back the way they were. I want it back to the way it was. To you wearing your black framed glasses with the green inside rim that covered your light brown eyes. To you wearing your favorite yellow sundress that covered your soft, slightly tan, skin...


HOLD UP!! I'm getting two stories confused..
:)