By ASH10782@aol.com
Date: 1 March 2000
like/love/hate
I love the way you hold my hand when you kiss me.. or touch my face.
I love your smile that tells no one but me about our secret.
I like our rare conversations that last for hours about people and
life, and about how we are different people than the ones we know.
I connect with you. I like not seeing you everyday or talking to you everyday..
It makes you a mystery. I like knowing that I could go a whole night
at a party not sitting with you or
talking with you....but KNOWING that I will go home with you, and the desire
between us is as powerful and unstoppable as annihilation.
We lie there, not thinking at all
, high, listening to Dave Matthews. Yes, in the moment, I love that.
I hate the way you are mysterious. How we never talk.
You leave questions unanswered. Times would be easier if you weren't so
familiar to me. You know me, I know you, but together
We don't know eachother at all. We are friends, yet more, yet less.
I hate this, so I will rid myself of you, the desire, and the confusion.
I hate that.
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