Because you make me feel a way (or things) I've never felt before, you make me consider things I never thought I'd consider, you make my heart drop when you look at me, you're a person I don't want to disappoint (although I already have), ...
You scare me because your opinion matters to me. When you described me the other night in the truck, your words were like daggers piercing my heart. That may be hard to understand - I'm not sure, but while I do care what others think about me, it normally doesn't bother me if they don't like me. But, I laid awake Thursday night with your words swirling in my mind. It was so weird, I guess I didn't react or respond that night because I had no clue what was going on - it hurt so bad that I was embarrassed. No, I'm not still upset over it, so no apology necessary. I'm just trying to make a point, but I probably failed.
Oh, and yes you are so damned smart, and I do miss you, and you make me shiver when you look at me.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
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