Why couldn’t I live someone who loves me? I mean, why did this have to happen? Why did I have to fall for a man who is irritated by my presense?
I am so sorry I fell foe you. You were my best friend once. Once upon a time we talked deeply. Once upon a time you weren’t afraid to touch me. Once upon a time you enjoyed the jokes we shared. Then they became too real. It has to have been my feelings, not yours that did it. I am sure you have no feelings at this point, at least not for me.
I mean what kind of man listens to a woman pour her heart out over him and ignores it? What kind of man watches a woman bleed to death and offers nothing? That night, oh so long ago should have told me many times over to move on from you. But I love you.
I don’t want to. Heck, you are the farthest love from a safe love that I can imagime. But I can’t deny it. No one asks. But if they did, I couldn’t lie. I’m sure I could try. What a joke that would be! I think of your name as I fall asleep each night. And you are the first thought I have in the morning.
Oh! How I wish I was yours!
At this poimt, I fear it is too late for us. You see, even if you now show romantic interest in me… I’ll believe it is just simply because you want love so desperately that you are in love with the idea of being in love, and you’ll be happy with anyone who submits and shows romantic interest. How could that ever possibly satisfy me, my thirsty heart?