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yours, truly do i have to spell it out, or scream it to your face? |
26.12.1987 popular sanguine + peaceful phlegmatic |
i, may be your treasure or the price you ve to pay. may be your why or wherefore within the measure of a day.
a promise is not as good as a deed.
Monday, February 2, 2009/ 12:54 PM
somebody's somebody.
we r all lookin 4 1 person hu will gif us wat we're lackin in tis life. & if we dun manage to find him, we can onli pray tt he will find us. to u, are u tt scared to hang out & b urself? y cun u be lyk hweva u r wen we r ard frenz, wen ur juz w me? or mayb tts e reason y we rarely hang out, juz e 2 of us. & most of e time i kindda gt e impression tt all those tt u've said was probably juz talk, but it felt gd. n there's no way in knowin wt ur tinkin exactly n i realli hope ur nt a man of a few words. tt ull tell me all tts in ur mind. wateva im feelin 4 u- & wat i feel, id juz contemplated, was abit of a revelation to me- i hardly noe u. i dunnoe wt u want. n its crazy, u noe. bein excited n xtremely nervous each time we r abt 2 meet. we ve been out several times. most of those had been w frenz, where conversation btwn juz e 2 of us was almost impossible. n comparin den n nw, ur my type. bt i dunnoe. im so confuse rite nw. y m i makin it hard 4 myself? i noe im a little more careful nw, perhaps it shows. bt lyk wt ey sae, if i lose e highs, at least im spared e lows. funny isnt it, hw 1 moment can change a million afta it. n if u tink im proud den perhaps i sud xplain. i cun bare to lose u again. |