Please don’t let go because I’m holding on for dear life. I keep asking myself if it’s real? If you’re real? Do I deserve “you”? Yes I do. I had feelings for you since you walked into the room…Sure we had our differences; which only makes my love for you stronger…You’ve been in my dreams for months. At times I find myself becoming frustrated wondering when I’ll see you; perhaps have that coffee you or share a bottle of wine.You promised me a night of pleasure, remember? We owe each other apologies, I for one would love to kiss and make up….Remember the episode of the Flintstones when Fred hit Wilma over the head then began to drag her with home with him? I feel at times I need you to do that to me because I can’t see the obvious (I’m kidding,kind of)….I want you as much today as I did the first time I laid my eyes on you. Your smile and green eyes entrance me.
I’m trying to wait patiently. I do realize good thing do come to those who wait.
Remember, please do not toy with my fragile heart….I can’t talk dirty with anyone but you. —Frustrated
This article appears in Apr 4-10, 2013.
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