Its easy to get lost and confused in this virtual world. A reply sparks the hopes and yearnings that which the writer wants to keep under control. It would be my hearts desire to believe and find that its you here. The man I love, the man I have been ranting about, the man whos the song of the love in my heart. If it is indeed you, yes I have your number but like any other woman who hungers for the love of the man she loves I am scared and I have this inner need to have you woe me. I have no man in my life for there is no room for any other than you. For years I have loved you. I have longed for you. Would you be impatient or angry with me if I asked you to take the lead? Would you ignore me if I asked you to contact me? I want to contact you but how do I know its you? Its easy to make a fool of oneself. Its easy to fall prey to someone playing tricks pretending to be another? I could contact you but what would I say to you? What would you want me to say to you? How do we breach the world between virtuosity and that of reality?
If you wonder if its me, I used to call you mogatsaka at times when we used to chat.
Yes, my arms are wide open to receive you my love and my heart is ready to welcome you to its home.
You say that you would give anything to be in that position, then my love prove it to me.
This I ask of you, dont hurt me, dont break my heart for my heart would not take the sorrow. Be sure of yourself and what you want. If it is me and a life with me you want then I am yours wholeheartedly. You have my heart and I yearn to give you the keys to my life.
I love you Tony
I love you mogatsaka
Rantings of a woman in love