Dear, My love is pure and bottomless. In all my wanting to serve and love you, I was killing myself. I slit my throat with daggers you threw at me. I heard that when you love someone so much, them hating you doesn't make you hate them, you hate yourself. I hated myself, really hated myself. I know that isn't fair to me though. My love is pure and bottomless. I don't deserve that. Sincerely,
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Circles
Growing up is realizing that it's not about how big your social circle is; it's about the quality.
What I want is nothing more..
I truly feel, in some odd way, that we are connected. I love you despite every barrier. I'll see you in my dreams. I think about you all the time. I want to sing to you. I want to hear you. I want to see you. There's so much I want with you, but... before all else... I respect you. I love you so much that I put my wants last. You say, "actions show love"; well, I've been putting in the action. Read between the lines; you might just find my "I love you."
Reaction
I don't know why the question "how's your love life at the moment" makes me freeze. "I don't want to talk about it" runs through my mind. I rationalize loneliness as me being content with how things are. I want to love; believe me, I do, but I have only ever loved a few times. I'm selective. I want a love that gives me a visceral reaction.
Love
I just want to find a love that's not disappointing. Something with substance, something with meaning. Something with the word.