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Saturday, October 20, 2012 1:22:00 AM


It would be nice to have someone to snuggle up to; two beings seemingly merge into one, the bigger frame enveloping the smaller one, making you feel so safe and protected. It would be nice to have a broad shoulder to rest your head on; after a long day of fighting whatever battles you did, returning to seek solace in something so solid and dependable. It would be nice to have someone to do things with; every time you have a eureka moment or a sudden need for adventure, you'd always have someone to call upon. It would be nice to have someone to tell you that you're beautiful; when you're in need of a reminder that someone out there appreciates you and that you're loved. It would be nice to have someone you could tell the gritty details of your day to without feeling like you're imposing; vice versa. It would be nice to have someone who would make an effort to understand you and figure you out; you'd never have to put on a front, you could just be yourself and act however you want to. It would be nice to have someone to hold, to kiss, to hug because we all crave the touch of another being.

It would also be nice to be self-dependent. Excuse me while I have a needy night.

P/S I hope you don't think that I don't like you anymore because I still do. I wish we had more things in common. Hell, I wish we could just have ONE thing in common. We're two polar opposites. There's nothing we can do together, there's nothing much for us to talk about. I still do like you as much as I did like you. I don't know what's the point in me saying this because its not like anything is going to happen regardless of how long or much I like you. Only, I don't want you to think, "Oh, she doesn't like me anymore, that was fast, oh well great things are back to normal and I'll pretend nothing ever happened" because my mind still routinely brings me back into your arms every damned night. You're someone special to me and I care a lot about you. And it hurts.

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