sometimes it's nice to throw things out into the internet/blogosphere/intar-wubs or what-have-you with the confidence that most people will never read it and the possibility that they will....this way i'm not responsible for their recepetion.
a- you should send me emails this summer. i always wonder.
b- i think maybe i could fall in love with you more easily than with anyone else.
g- i'm still waiting for you to hear me. being in this place makes me want to be louder, and at the same time makes me know even more that it would just be a waste of time.... there are so many things i still want to say to you, but they are also all the same thing, and i've said it so many times before.
j- you feel like my only safe place.
m- this is called a "crush" because it goes away. i'm pretty happy about that.
r- i am so proud of you.
s- so i understand a little better now, but i'm still not sure why you felt that way about us. i'm not sure i want to know.
d- ..... still nothing of substance. i'll let you know. it has to do with the fact that i already grieved for this life, and i don't need to be reminded of the possibility that it could still exist. i'm sorry that you want to spend more time with me; i don't feel compelled. yes, it was nice--let's not spoil it.
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