~*Serenity*~ ~*Forget not the earth delights to feel your bare feet: Gibran*~
I’ve been writing you letters, I just haven’t been posting them. I keep them in the journal. Telling you of my deep desires I’ve not shared with others, my hopes, fears, dreams…
You’ll read them some day.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, you know how certain things in life happen and you look at it all as a whole.
I get kind of tired sometimes. I get lonely, needy. I crave touch and affection. Sometimes it’s worse than others.
I wanted to tell you something, maybe you’ve figured this out already, or maybe it will help you not get to annoyed with me.
Sometimes I have to know I am loved, I have to know. I know we are all like this to some degree. I get scared, I want to push away. I know why I do it, I’m trying to learn not to.
I get scared that it’s not real, I’ve believed and it’s not real.
Sometimes I might sound detached, that is just because my emotions are so raw and near the surface that, I don’t want them puking on anyone. so I detach. All very stupid but not games. I don’t play games, although I am sure this is going to annoy the hell out of you.
Just like my need for affection, saying I love you, even emotional affection. I think I am way needy. I really don’t think it’s possible to say I love you to much, well LOL unless you don’t mean it. Then you should not say it, right.
I’ve designed a head board that I am hoping with all hope that you love. Cause someday, you’re going to be on that bed with me and checking out the HB… LMAO… I’m excited about it.
I crave touch, and I am getting to the need desperately point. So you best get your ass ready for me.
I’m not getting any younger you know.