Thursday, October 9, 2008
'Yet another open letter'

To only you,

I hate that I feel any emotion for you at all. I hate that you sometimes give me fluttery little butterflies. I hate that you make my heart beat faster. I hate that you never fail to make me smile with your own. I hate the way you make me feel great - yet make me hate myself. I hate that you have that habit of making me feel like something special; or that I have any place in your life at all - because I know that I really don't mean a thing. Or at least not a fourth of what you mean to me. I sometimes hate that I met you to begin with.

I hate that the melody of your voice orders chills through my veins, and so perfectly pleases the taste buds in my ears. I hate that your whispers order me breathless. I hate that your smiles make my knees quiver. I hate that your sparkling eyes make me form a lump in my throat and cause my heart to pound. I hate that when we stand so close, that the feeling of your breath lingers over me and sends shivers down my spine.

I hate that I pray that when we're together, the light will be hitting in just the right way when you look at me. The way that'll make you think, "Damn." I hate praying that I could just be what you want, because God knows you're what you need. I hate just wanting to stand up and scream, "I'm in love!" with you, those beautiful eyes, oh and that smile.

What I hate more than anything is that I'm lying right now. I could never hate a single thing about you, not one bit. To be honest, I'd swim a whole ocean, just as long as you'd be on the other side. I'd run from the bottom of California, to the very top if I knew you'd be waiting. I'd walk from coast to coast if I knew I could be with you once I reached the other one. Sadly, I think that I might just do anything for you.

In short all I really wanted to say was:
Hey you, you make me weak.

And I'll never forget you.


♥ Me.

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