Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
You ask me a lot of questions…
…Like if I write stuff about you in my diary.
Close, you’re here on my blog.
…Like if I fell for you already.
No. But I love you so much. I can’t imagine how my life would be without you.
…Like if I miss you.
Constantly.
You said it’s crazy. I say it’s crazy, funny, and fun.
I love spending my waking moments with you. I love holding hands with you under the table and continue chatting with the rest of the group like nothing extraordinary is happening. I love deciphering your hidden messages and double meanings.
I love waking up with your SMS on my phone. I love falling asleep while talking to you. I love it when you act jealous and possessive. I love hugging and kissing you. I love saying “I love you.” I love receiving backrubs from you.
I love it when you ask if I had my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I love it when you say you’re glad that I got home safely. I love it when you make me feel beautiful even when I honestly don’t think so.
You said you want to take care of me.
You already do.
I thank you for healing my heart.
You tell me you don’t want to hurt me.
I tell you that I won’t give you the chance.
But this is something I haven’t told you.
Baby, don’t make the mistake of falling for me. Cause from where I’m standing this is all I can give.
1 Comments:
such nasty spam you've got up there.
thought i'd write something real and sane.
you've got nice entries. i wonder why u stopped updating.
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