| Dear Love, I am not cheating on you. If I was a swearing person, I, like Romeo, would swear by the moon, the sun and everything else Holy. But I am not the swearing type. I can however, make promises. I pinky promise (the most serious promise in all the land) to you that there are no secret rendezvous you should be aware of. Like a fool I have allowed working to cloud my mind with the politics of getting by when what you give me is a piece and peace of mind. Believe me when I say, there is nothing like you, ever, anywhere. *puts head down in shame* I need to do better. I joked that I would tweet you one day just to make you laugh but then I acknowledge that I would never tweet anybody because, well…it just doesn’t sound right darnit!!! I tried to facebook you and I realized that you are not my friend on facebook, what’s the deal with that?? Yes, Yes I remember you require only the sureness of my words, the stroke of my pen against your lines, and the press of my lips as I seal your envelope. I will do better, if you will be patient with me and give me the time, mixed with a little of your patience. I’ll sleep on the couch, xanga, until that one night that you come out, take my hand, and lead me to our bed. I’ll be your jerk boo…I know!. ♥ |
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