i live in a world of black and white,
and you are the only one in color.
and you are the only one in color.
you’re welcome.
i like it when you call me ‘dear’, even though i’m sure you are mocking me, somehow, or doing it jokingly. but, in all honestly, it gives me a warm feeling. i like it.
like you said, it’ll either be like a fantastic episode of friends…or like rent, and we’ll contract hiv and die. either way, i’m holding you to it. that tiny, little pact alone is keeping me alive. i want to see what happens. i love you, don’t die on me.
i could feel your breath on my neck and your arms were wrapped around me. i whispered, ‘i love you’ and through the dark i could almost see your smirk, i heard you inhale a small breath, a longing sigh, a light chuckle, and then you returned with a soft and sweet, ‘i love you too.’
where have you been all my life?
honestly, it would be terribly difficult to not love you.
but you’ve got to know that when i do, it’s something important. i don’t speak just because i like the sound of my own voice. i do not. because i’m quiet, the things i say are of greater importance. so know this…
right now, i’m terribly afraid that i love you much more than you love me. my love for you keeps growing and i’m actually embarrassed to admit it, in fear that you do not love me the same. i know, it’s foolish, but it’s the truth. hell, i don’t know how i could not love you. you’re an incredible person.