I remember the way you use to kiss my lips and the way that your hands would ever so softly rub my skin and I think of the raging passion that I felt inside and I wonder could I ever feel that way again. You are an angel that was sent to me by heaven above. We shared more than our thoughts...we shared our lives, our hearts, and our souls. Together we laid� in a bed of love that only could come from above. I told you I would always love you and I do still love you till this day but the problem now is that the situation is more complicated that what it was....I can not just walk out of her door....I still love her but I love you more so the question then becomes what do I do...Do I stay or do I go or do I just get to love you when the chance comes along.....then the question becomes the next time that you make love to me what will I feel....will I stay or will I go.....the way you look and the way you dress is enough in itself to drive me crazy.....you were my first true love and I will never forget the moments of love that we shared and I just wonder when will I feel that way again.
I've decided. I deserve more, more than fake smiles and pity. I am through with going after you, I am through,�trying to be your friend. I am through with validating my self- worth through friendship and some fantasy guy that I've made part of my day. I am through with being trampled on: I am�through with all of these insecurities! Romance like in movies are never to happen in real life. Realisticly, we are never to find true love. Why? Because it does not exist! Why do I have to wait until you decide what you want? And why does it take so long for me to get what I want? All I want is to be loved. Is that too much to ask?! I don't want to end up like those girls who wears revealing clothes because she is needy and feels despereate for attention! Because lately, I've been finding myself walking in the streets with those booty shorts and stunning shades, and looking for what? For you. Who ever you are. At this point, any guy. The crazy thing about it is, I would not even care if some old�guy honked at me! So why should you care? Why would you sweet talk me into believing that we might have a chance in love? I am such an IDIOT! IDIOT, IDIOT, is what I've been calling myself! Because I am, to believe in you. You know I have daddy issues, that is why no matter how much you hurt me, I'll just crave�for �you more, because you are toxic.
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