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:: He sits on the edge of his bed, laptop on his lap. He brings up his LJ client and loads the update page. He begins to type. ::
I can't believe this whole thing and these stupid accusations...
Why would I hit the woman I love?
I don't think I've told Paris how much I love her. I didn't think I'd fall so hard for her. I mean, I knew there was some spark there, and she was the one who told me she had feelings for me, but I never expected to fall so in love with her.
After things with Kristanna fell apart, I didn't think I'd find someone so quickly. Especially since people came down hard on me for the way things ended with Kris. I would do nothing to destroy my happiness with Paris.
Even since this new sorrow broke, I still have not returned to alcohol. It would make everything even worse. I won't resort to that level. I will get through this without drinking. (Yes, I know the song I'm listening to sounds like a song about drinking and drowning your sorrows, but it doesn't. Look into the lyrics.)
I hope someone believes me.
Paris, please call me. I love you. Why have you said these things? They aren't true. If you want me out of your life, just tell me and I'll leave. I don't know what I've done to receive this. Let me know...
:: He hits update and moves the laptop to the bedside table and lays down on the cold, lonely bed, pulling the sheets up around him as he tries to sleep away his problems. ::
I can't believe this whole thing and these stupid accusations...
Why would I hit the woman I love?
I don't think I've told Paris how much I love her. I didn't think I'd fall so hard for her. I mean, I knew there was some spark there, and she was the one who told me she had feelings for me, but I never expected to fall so in love with her.
After things with Kristanna fell apart, I didn't think I'd find someone so quickly. Especially since people came down hard on me for the way things ended with Kris. I would do nothing to destroy my happiness with Paris.
Even since this new sorrow broke, I still have not returned to alcohol. It would make everything even worse. I won't resort to that level. I will get through this without drinking. (Yes, I know the song I'm listening to sounds like a song about drinking and drowning your sorrows, but it doesn't. Look into the lyrics.)
I hope someone believes me.
Paris, please call me. I love you. Why have you said these things? They aren't true. If you want me out of your life, just tell me and I'll leave. I don't know what I've done to receive this. Let me know...
:: He hits update and moves the laptop to the bedside table and lays down on the cold, lonely bed, pulling the sheets up around him as he tries to sleep away his problems. ::