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i had to write something.
chula, you inspire the best in me. the BEST. i think i'm beginning to remember what i want. you make anything physical we do feel right, as much as it ever could...
this is inappropriate for livejournal, but still... just the way you do things... i'll write in more detail with a pen. i know what i want. i'm going to call fenway. finally, finally. and i want to, and finally will because of you, no one else but you. i love you!!!
sorry if i ever seem jealous. i believe you, i trust you so much. i'm still nervous though, i just got somewhat torn apart last time. but i know you're so so different.
i want big muscles so i can protect you, i want a strong heart for when yours is weak, and i'll always, ALWAYS be there to carry you. parce que toi, je dis bonjour encore au printemps. you, you....
your eyes are so soft, like i'm looking deep into the most peaceful on the world. i know there are still scars, and i want to keep them from burning.
sometimes i get confused, bizarrely enough, when i do things here, on this level, and it doesn't feel right, but...
then you make everything ok. that thing you do... ok. again, blanking this out on lj. screw this. i'll write you a letter.
i had to write something.
chula, you inspire the best in me. the BEST. i think i'm beginning to remember what i want. you make anything physical we do feel right, as much as it ever could...
this is inappropriate for livejournal, but still... just the way you do things... i'll write in more detail with a pen. i know what i want. i'm going to call fenway. finally, finally. and i want to, and finally will because of you, no one else but you. i love you!!!
sorry if i ever seem jealous. i believe you, i trust you so much. i'm still nervous though, i just got somewhat torn apart last time. but i know you're so so different.
i want big muscles so i can protect you, i want a strong heart for when yours is weak, and i'll always, ALWAYS be there to carry you. parce que toi, je dis bonjour encore au printemps. you, you....
your eyes are so soft, like i'm looking deep into the most peaceful on the world. i know there are still scars, and i want to keep them from burning.
sometimes i get confused, bizarrely enough, when i do things here, on this level, and it doesn't feel right, but...
then you make everything ok. that thing you do... ok. again, blanking this out on lj. screw this. i'll write you a letter.