Ohcomedearboy.
9:16 a.m. - 2005-09-16

& with every word, with ever whisper, and every smile; i find myself losing stability ever so quickly.

i wanted to ask him, a million times if he loved me. & he kept telling me. he kept telling me, every few minutes.

the sound of his voice makes me want to cry, knowing and feeling so inadequate.

he doesn't love me. he just loves what i could be.

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