writingandcrying
I was writing and altering my mind when suddenly I got addicted to PostSecret, thanks to Dave, and consequently got terribly in the need for Bright Eyes for the first time in ages.
And I can't bear to write this story anymore. Every word of it has beome as painful as it I meant it to be, and I can't do it.
I've loved you my entire life. I just can't bear to tell you.
Ever since you first appeared in my dreams oh so long ago. what is it that love brings to us? We don't love for nothing, we love because we're fully engrossed in that person, in mind, body, and soul, as cliche as that sounds.
But it's true.
I've spent too long trying to find what I lost. It's not the same when there isn't really a connection that shares in both body and mind. Either it's great sex or it's a great 'mind fuck'.
Who is this person of my dreams?