Letters I've written, never meaning to send

Nov 23, 2005 14:01

Second night of vacation I have spent in my own bed. I want to be at clemmie's. I want to sneak someone into my room and smoke on the roof and have sex ( Read more... )

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roach_15374 November 24 2005, 01:33:30 UTC
oh my god.

why is it that we know that we love the people we love SO much more than they love us? ... they may care for us, or even love us... but the overwhelming LOVE that we feel for them, there is no way that they could ever return it- because they just don't feel it...

i think this was what you are saying... and if not... and i'm completely off, at least you know that that's what *I* think...

and, for what it's worth... especially after the paragraph i just wrote on my love... --

I love you.

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victheslic098 November 24 2005, 19:02:33 UTC
LOVE is a complicated thing to understand, i struggle it everyday. as i think of you of what you wrote, i remember how amazing of a person that you are. i sometimes think of the kiss i recieved from you, if we were together i would be honored to be loved by you, and i would have returned the honor. a person out there awaits for you and thinks of having your love. relax and await it to come to you. i hope that your having a thankful thanksgiving.
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