She does know the implications she thinks. The problem is, she has been boxed in for so long that she has forgotten how desirable she is; at least from where I stand she is desirable. Wholly shit she is desirable!
I know what she does. I know how she feels really. She feels all tensed up like a guitar string freshly strung. She has actually given thought to making the unreal real in this mess in her mind. She avoids the issue until she sleeps, walks, and talks each and every day.
If she is anything like me she feels everything: every word, every motion, every desire and every devotion man can have. She has been through a lot I have no doubt. Now she believes everything is supposed to be one big dramatic event. It is not. I wish the time would come when she would allow me just one whisper and soft kiss. I wish I had the guts to just take her and plant one right on her. Appropriate shrmropropriate, this is serious stuff here. LLc 98.2
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