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I never can seem to get things right. So I am going to talk directly to you love. Because obviously we have some communication barrier. Love, why is it that I am so in love and never can seem to say the right thing. You playing me like a good b ball game and I am not feeling it. For real. You send me this thing that people dream about life time after life time. And then you play us both, i can't understand. You laughing as I am speaking to you and that is just damn disrespectful. I can't hear you your going to have to talk louder. okay now that is to loud. you have each other you say. Love is hard you say. Well why I am asking. Because making the love is not hard. when our bodies touch, its obviously kismet. from the first kiss. but i don't have to tell you. you know all about it. can you pull my file. its my mind you say that is making things so complicated. but i thought thinking...was suppose to be a good thing. not in love you say. causes to much drama. shit you would know all about drama wouldn't you. i saw that couple in the store yesterday. yes hugging and kissing and then the phone rings. love you are evil one. you come and give us these feelings and then it is paraded with doubts.i just don't get why you. yes i remember the perfect times. the way she held me, of course. the way her hand feels on the small of back or the fullness of my center while we sleep. of course. well no, its not nearly all bad. matter of a fact it's the most awesome feeling i have ever felt. why am i complaining? well because... now don't go and cut me off. what is that you said.
I come to you when you don't expect. but I must see you through trials, If not you don't understand my worth. You don't fight for me. You don't give me unconditonally. You may complain about the bad times, but in every fight when you look into her eyes. you know that she has spoken to me as well don't you. You know she cares and you learn. When its all happy thoughts and giddy feelings you don't learn enough about the mate that I have chosen for you, now do you. You know what pisses her off, and you know how to make her smile. You know what her favorite drink is, and how she prefers her burger. Maybe you didn't learn all of this in a bad moment. But it was the second after the fight was over, when you have kissed and hugged that you realize how much more you would love to know about her. You know that when she grows you want to grow with her. The time you had to let her go, you knew how much you wanted her to stay. When you slept alone the first night. You understood the warmth of her touch. And when you cried. Your tears began to heal wounds that even you didn't know you had. I come to you and I privlege your life. I am not unforgiving, and I am not shallow. Because of the good and the bad... you know the real me. Just like she knows the real you. you didn't choose to see me.... your souls chose each other. So maybe you should let go of not understanding why I do things the way I do. And just be happy that I live with her too.
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