1:52 p.m. - 2004-04-08
Licks of love
I dont think i love you the way I used to, but I'm still thinking about it. It's this I'm worried about. My feelings grew so quickly, leaving yours in the dreaded second place. I thought you would be the one who strived to win this so-called race, but it was me. Do I sound regretful? Because I'm regretting regretting what I now regret. Did we really have to fly to the east coast just to see the sun rise? Now I'm afraid that I'll be taking that flight home alone.
I love the way you love me, I just can't seem to appreciate it. Maybe if you loved me the way I wanted you to love me then I would really, truly love the way you love me. If you loved me that way, this nervousness would not be present here in my head. Here it is and I can't deny it. I can't tell you how many times I've tried it, that is, to deny it.
This right here, this is me fucking up everything. This is where I'm wrong. Wronging your emotions and of course my own. What you ask for is only sometimes platonic and I long too much for a different bliss. Damn that Plato, he always had to mess with things like this.
