Dec 27, 2005 00:39
I love you.
I know I say it a lot but I really do mean it.
I can feel you next to me when I sleep.
You are a picture of perfection I have drawn in my head.
My own little space.
You are who I want you to be.
In reality I know nothing about you.
I want you to be what I want.
I want you to be what I need.
But you can't be.
It's funny I realize this now.
They love you to.
You have a whole fanclub.
I don't want to join that group.
I want to be the one that sticks out to you.
I want to know the real you.
I want to get inside your head, and learn.
About you, about me, about us.
There is no us.
There won't ever be an "us".
"My brothers don't talk to any of their friends from High School... not even their best friends. I don't want that to be us. I want us to stay friends."
Did you mean that?
Did you know that night we talked I cried myself to sleep...
as did I everynight after that.
I still have that ticket in my wallet.
I would have kept your shirt had that not been stalker like.
I can see your eyes light up. "your weeird"
Your delayed amusement.
You'd laugh 5 minutes after the joke.
It was cute.
You are beautiful.
Your eyes are like sapphires.
They burn into my soul.
I will always remember them.
I will always remember you.
I love you.
And I know I say it a lot.
But I mean it.
I'm helping her try to fix things with you.
I wish I could say it makes me happy to do it.
I wish I could say I was what you wanted.
Guess I can't have everything.
And I still love you.