Aug 07, 2006 09:48
I love you. Well...I don't know if I love you; that is to say, I love the idea of You. I know this is out of nowhere but every time I met You in person and now, every time I see You online, You make me feel like I could fly. I smile and my hands tremble with anticipation when I see You sign on. We exchange our poetic untruths about how we'll get married and run away together. I've told You many times before that I love You but it's always assumed that I'm joking and that this game we're playing will never be more than a game. To me, You are the most perfect and most pure thing I've ever known. You are the reason my life isn't a total wreck and without You I feel like I'd be lost forever.
Having said all that, is it really you that I love? Are you, You? Is this idea of You something I've structured in my mind to make me happier by making you seem more amazing so I can accept your false comments of love, and absorb them as if they were meant wholeheartedly? I'll never know. I've decided that I'm not willing to risk the thought of You by asking you out or telling you how I actually feel. If You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman now then why should I ever risk losing that? Ignorance is bliss and with You I am blissful. Perhaps someday I'll change my mind or perhaps someday I'll move on, but for now I'll continue talking to You when I can and I'll continue to get that flutter in my heart each time I do. Goodbye for now; I love You and I always will.
(PS: This person is no one that reads these forums, that's why it's safe to post this entry.)