After a delicious breakfast at dinner time, I got some old and new insights on my pressing matter with you. I told you everything but goodbye and now that I didn't, I'm glad.
I hope to get as much as you do out of our thing. I hate to admit how I feel and I think it's obvious with you but I want you to know that you make me happy. It's that simple.
If this thing goes down in flames eventually, I want you to know that I don't regret any of it because not having to experience things with you I think is a fate worse than hurting because of you. Yeah, I'm this twisted for you already. I won't ask any more from you. I just want your time and your affection. Though we may be in varying levels in this thing, I'll give it a try. Maybe we can learn something from this. Something about second chances, falling in love, unfamiliar familiarity and such.
I'm already happy but you make me happier. That's all I have to say.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Maybe It's Different This Time.
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