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MW-
Hi there former stranger. Now I know that certain things cannot be forced. Like inertia working its magic on me or the rush of water from a fall, you will not be forced.
Things mundane or crucial cannot be shared between you and I. It's better that I realized just in the nick of time for I don't know how far my sleeves can go for my heart to be exposed even more.
I've laid all the cards, I've approached you the only way I know best things are earned -- honest and earnest with a shake and a twinge from braving what is wanted even in the presence of fear; oh and a dash of Feist and charm just to make sure.
I will not wait for a direct rejection that you refuse to give but I prefer over mixed signals and reading between the lines where none should be read.
I will retire Feist's Secret Heart and just revisit it when I have the time and not like today and weeks past where I had to listen to it with the hopes that you will hear the words through me. Crazy infatuation junkie....Alanis would have been proud of me, if only she knew I existed...that's another blog entry former stranger that I have to find the impetus to write in the future.
As quickly as I revealed and reveled in emotions long unused I now choose to return to earth, soil, and dirt with memories of smiling in the middle of a boring afternoon; of caring what a mystery thought of me - if I made a good impression or not.
I was in love and now I'm not. If I was living a cartoon life then I would have walked in musical notes and rode Every Good Boy Does Fine every time you and I were in the same room.
I was in love and now I'm not. I am proud of myself for not pursuing what never wanted to be pursued. I am happy that I felt a heart-twinkle was, a momentary lilt in my sporadically monotonous life. I love it, I loved you, and I will always love my self.
Thank you! The exclamation point was intentional. Here's the AH for you.
Hi there former stranger. Now I know that certain things cannot be forced. Like inertia working its magic on me or the rush of water from a fall, you will not be forced.
Things mundane or crucial cannot be shared between you and I. It's better that I realized just in the nick of time for I don't know how far my sleeves can go for my heart to be exposed even more.
I've laid all the cards, I've approached you the only way I know best things are earned -- honest and earnest with a shake and a twinge from braving what is wanted even in the presence of fear; oh and a dash of Feist and charm just to make sure.
I will not wait for a direct rejection that you refuse to give but I prefer over mixed signals and reading between the lines where none should be read.
I will retire Feist's Secret Heart and just revisit it when I have the time and not like today and weeks past where I had to listen to it with the hopes that you will hear the words through me. Crazy infatuation junkie....Alanis would have been proud of me, if only she knew I existed...that's another blog entry former stranger that I have to find the impetus to write in the future.
As quickly as I revealed and reveled in emotions long unused I now choose to return to earth, soil, and dirt with memories of smiling in the middle of a boring afternoon; of caring what a mystery thought of me - if I made a good impression or not.
I was in love and now I'm not. If I was living a cartoon life then I would have walked in musical notes and rode Every Good Boy Does Fine every time you and I were in the same room.
I was in love and now I'm not. I am proud of myself for not pursuing what never wanted to be pursued. I am happy that I felt a heart-twinkle was, a momentary lilt in my sporadically monotonous life. I love it, I loved you, and I will always love my self.
Thank you! The exclamation point was intentional. Here's the AH for you.