Im always so shook up when I read anything youve written, it makes me long for you more, and its hard to play it cool when youre smitten. Your identity has never been released, yet every time I see a post you reveal a hidden part of me. Its quite scary and Im sure you understand exactly what I mean. I find it hard to express myself in the way that I need, whereas you bare it all and its as easy as 1-2-3. I mean look, here I am again barely saying anything at all, and thats bc vulnerability to me is a form of death and with you Ive had a few close calls. You read me like a book, every so often leaving it open. People questioning you all the time, wondering who, what, where and why; you choose to keep me anonymous— and Im fine with it, I must admit. But sometimes I feel like theres someone else. Like maybe her and I share similar characteristics and/ or qualities, and Im not sure if youre one of those who favor quantity, I mean everyone likes a selection, whats the point if theres no variety. I guess I create my own negative imagery; which is why I play it safe, it requires less energy but youd relate more if you understood every part of me. Which I know that you wont because I know that I dont. And yet you care more about finding out anyway. Oh, how I cherish you more than youll ever know, my butterflies multiply, flutter and grow. Youre nothing short of brilliancy, deserving of a hand crafted crown fit for a King of Royalty. ( he makes me write. write. and write some more— that bull there 💁😌😅 )
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 00:45:09 +0000
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