Oh Derek...I love you, I just wish I knew you'd be there when I finally had a chance to meet you.
Number 4 is not something that should be referring to a concussion. I worry so much about you. I know, I know...you're somehow able to survive. But I can't help it. I love you. All of you...
At least you're back again...it's been too long. It's always too long, any time I spend without you. I could sit next to you for the rest of my life and be happy. And yet I've not even been able to meet you yet. I get flashes as we IM that you're there typing back, your physical form...so close. When we text, I am for a moment your focus. You are always mine...
Yeah, I'm single again. I felt too much for Derek. I couldn't be in a relationship. It didn't feel right...
I wish he'd ask me to be his girlfriend...just because...
*sighs* My mind and heart and body all love him. I don't say it to him because he's got too much going on, and he already knows.
Maybe one day he'll choose me again...
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- Anzel
- If you can't handle cold truths and blunt facts, step away. I use this blog to speak my mind, and will put down every gruesome detail in order to do it. You've been warned.