musicXeater

musicXeater

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I hope you check this regularly now. Because now it's all for you. I'm gonna try not to ask you about it because I want to know if you find this on your own. I figured out a way to word what I was trying to to set your mind at ease. You were worried that you won't live up to where I see you. The only way I can think to explain this is a treasure hunter. A man devotes his life to hunting for the treasure of Atlantis. Obsessed with it. He is sure that it's this city that's 100 miles around and full of gold. He spends years looking. Never giving up. Faces doubt but never lets it go. And when he finally finds it it's 50 miles around and filled with gold. Do you think he just leaves and says "nope that's not the Atlantis I pictured. It can stay down here in the dirt?" no. That's you. Even if you aren't what I imagine to the T, you are still everything I want and have worked for for years. And I couldn't let you go when I tried.

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Stupid prompt. Look at this instead. This is the most honest thing you'll ever get from me from here on out because you know about this site now. And no one knows about this site but you. I'm sorry I just dashed out of the parking lot. I can't handle that thought of losing you. Now or ever. Especially now. I've been in love with you for years. I had resigned myself to second best, if that. I am trying to be brave for you. I'm walking into this fully aware of what's probably going to happen. And I will be devastated. But I would rather have an affair with you now and ruin our friendship for life than spend the rest of my life only giving you a quarter of what I want to give you. And I want to give you everything. I'm not some stupid kid. This is not a crush. You are smart. You are good with money. You are attractive. Attentive. You are a great figure for my daughter. You're my best friend. You would be a good influence on me. You might possibly teach me how to say no. I love your family. I love your friends. I love that stupid dahhh Rolly thing you do. I love your sad eyes. I love your soft lips. I love being yours in any way I can be because I've BEEN yours for years. Even if you call this off.. Even if this never goes anywhere, I'm going to always love you. Every piece of you. I love that you make mistakes. I love that you own them. I love when you call me hun. I love when you call me whit. I love when you call out random sounds. I love you. Every single bit. I hope you read the right one. I love you krin.

The word is gifted and that works for me because I've been gifted with you. But I can't just follow the prompt. You said you loved me. That is no small thing. It can't be wrapped up in a bow and put under a tree. I am scared to let my love out of the cage because I told you... My love is not a boop on the nose. It is not giggling school kids infatuated with each other. My love is a hurricane that will push you up against the far wall of the room and kiss you. And kiss you and kiss you and kiss you. And if you don't love back with the same force it will suffocate you there! Baby I don't want to suffocate you! I want us to end up somewhere in the middle of the room. Kiss after kiss until we collapse onto the floor in exhaustion and content. So I will wait.. Because I have to. Because my brain so full of what-ifs and scared memories of what happens when I don't won't let me. So I'll say it here but not again until I can. Baby I love you.

I'm not a charity case! I've spent my life with ny mother making us a charity case. Always saying we had to get past our pride to make it. Let me ask you this. How much pride do you have if you're always begging and taking from others without giving back. None. That's the answer for those of you that bothered.

So I don't even care about the prompt. I needed to Greer this out where you can never see it. I feel the connection like cups on strings stretching the miles between where we are and over words we haven't said. I read what you wrote and I feel like it's mine but my brain knows it's not. I don't know who she is. I don't know what she did. But I can feel your loss. I can feel your heart. These words were meant for you. This is your sign. I'm here for you and you will never know it but I do. I know that as long as you write and as long as I read the words that aren't mine and steal them for my heart these are yours to steal for yours.

beware the heartache that comes from love beware the wrath from up above beware the cars that pass by too quickly beware different countries that could make u sickly beware many things in this life but above all beware not living

Blasted demon! It's too late! run while i hold him off! only i have the scythe that can kill him! save the rest of the ship and i'll take care of this! ah! my hand! oh god no!

eternal shall it be eternal you and me it's only been a short while and yet i still can see. you know it as well as i do there's so much we've already gone through eternity it sounds easy i love you kinyon

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