((crosses fingers))
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you looked at me. my eyes. my lips. my hands. my mind. my heart. all mine. i give it to you. all of it. everything. yours now. you can't give it back. treat it with respect. treat it with care. i need these things to survive and even though they belong to you, i still might need to use them. but honestly, i doubt it. because there is no me without you. your eyes. your lips. your hands. your mind. (i would never dare ask for your heart) i wish they were all mine. maybe someday you'll trust me. maybe when i've been with you for years and not once did anything to hurt you. maybe after you realize that my heart beats only for you. i hope that time comes soon. but if it doesn't, i don't mind staying...waiting...until the day i die. sometimes i think about what you never give me, but that's only sometimes. forever is made of a million little different "sometimes" and they fade into each other. so i don't dwell on what i'm waiting for because it's only some passing thought and a new "sometimes" will begin soon. and then there's the past. i can remember the anticipation, spiced with uncertainty, and it only makes me want you more.
you looked away. i said it, those words you don't like to hear. those words i wish you would say to me. those tricky words of love. you didn't want to hear it, wished i hadn't said it, but i did and you heard me and you looked away. and that made me happy. i hoped you wouldn't look away, but you let me kiss you afterward and didn't run and later when i called you, you actually answered your phone. i don't know when you decided you could handle hearing those words. i won't press my luck, though. i'll only tell you .02% of the time that i actually feel the urge to say it. so be prepared...because you'll hear it a hundred times a day. i just love you that much.
C.Bosch