You're the kind of boy who makes me feel so romantic. You have such a fullness and a warmth to you. But I'm sure you must be very afraid of me. I am the kind of girl who loves to love, but seldom does.
I am so lost when it comes to you. You make me so happy and also so afraid. I could barely even talk to you when I had the chance and now I don't see you at all. I wish with so much of me that you could feel for me what I feel for you. There is such a purity and a sincerity in the connection I feel towards you and it is so refreshing. I am almost astounded by your very existence. I am much too scared of my emotions, and to share them with you. I have developed a longing for your presence. And such a desire for your touch. Not strictly in any wanton or harsh way, but in so much of an innocence that is not often recognized in me.
I hope with all I am that you could look fondly at me. If only you'd look. I must sound so blindly infatuated. And I'm sure I must be. But I mean none of this to deter you, though I feel it all will. You have no reason to care for me and I should not expect you to. However there is such an overwhelmingly trepidatious hope in my heart that feels you might care. Please, if you cannot bring yourself to care, do not intentionally hurt me. And please if you care, but not enough to love, let me have your slightest touch and you softest voice. If I am only to have it once I am sure to cherish it just as much as if it were a habitual experience. I am starting to sound crazed so I should stop writing. (an ode to every tenth guy I meet) 12/21/14
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