I know.
Posted by an anonymous user on 9/27/2008 7:42:00 AM
I know you will never in a million life times say it, but you do love me. I know I shouldn't have said it, because I saw the look on your face.It was fear.And it was blatant.
You then asked me how I know I love you, what sort of a question is that anyway?? I said don't worry about it, this is never to be spoken about and made a joke.
Truth is, I know I do because I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you, after three years.I know because I feel as though I can actually exhale when I'm with you and because also, when we're alone...I feel more like myself than I ever have.Ever.
Basically what I'm writing this for is because I know too, that you read these in your office when the staff think you're having 'phone conferences'...and if you've read this one, cut the bullshit and give me something! ! Stop leaning away from me, acting the tough arsehole...big guy, wouldn't possibly ever admit that.
And just so you know that, yep, this is me writing about you, I'll say one thing..."I can't step out of the car officer, I don't have any pants on".
Tags: fear, love, admit
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You then asked me how I know I love you, what sort of a question is that anyway?? I said don't worry about it, this is never to be spoken about and made a joke.
Truth is, I know I do because I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see you, after three years.I know because I feel as though I can actually exhale when I'm with you and because also, when we're alone...I feel more like myself than I ever have.Ever.
Basically what I'm writing this for is because I know too, that you read these in your office when the staff think you're having 'phone conferences'...and if you've read this one, cut the bullshit and give me something! ! Stop leaning away from me, acting the tough arsehole...big guy, wouldn't possibly ever admit that.
And just so you know that, yep, this is me writing about you, I'll say one thing..."I can't step out of the car officer, I don't have any pants on".
Tags: fear, love, admit
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