I miss people a lot more than I should.
This country likes Westlife a lot more than it should.
Was trying to explain to
So few people I want to see that side of me. I'm sorry if you're one of them. Because it would mean that you'd have to deal with this sort of thing on a regular basis :
I didn't realise you would be one of them. But the secret's in your writing; to me it's like watching a cracking crystal, seeming flawless and only reflecting your room, then a fine line appears, the crystal that you write splits a little and suddenly you're reflecting the inside of yourself, almost by accident. And it's full of more, tiny, thin, spreading cracks, so thin, but reflected upon themselves a thousand times.
BeautifulfascinatingandIwanttotouchthecr
~waves hands~ Just sometimes it's so...unexpected. And. Reading back, it's just plain weird.
I've made too many mistakes of this nature recently. Why do I keep seeing angstful wildcats as sweet fluffy kittens? Must remind self : I know *no* sweet fluffy kittens. I know *one* relationship which is perfect in all but one way, and no others. I know *nobody* who does not have problems of some kind.
Please remember I love all my friends so deeply that none of them believe it. Please don't think it's just you. Please don't think there's anything special in the way I feel for you. Because if you did then you might run away and I wouldn't want that. I want to keep you here, close by. But if you want to run then I won't stop you, because I love you.
Like I love all my friends.
Anyway. Time to
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