It was evident that from the first meeting there was an attraction, an interest if you will. On my side it was hard not to notice your cute little face and soft looking cheeks; both sets. You had a perky little manufactured walk; and yes, you had your tail feathers all up in a line for me to see. I was glad to be a man on that day in particular. Then I heard your voice and laugh and for the first time I felt exactly what it was like to want someone immediately. I had to go through the paces I knew, but I also knew there was no place to go.
Being around you hurts on the inside because you are untouchable. Even if I had the green light it would hurt even more because of the sacrifice you think you have to make with regard to your responsibilities. It is your responsibility to recognize the some kind of obvious. You can't just put those feelings away someplace. Where the Hell would they go anyway?
You will keep thinking about me and I will keep thinking about you. In time we will forget about one another. In time we will remember everything and nothing at all. This is our adjustment. This is our way. For people like us it is the fantasy that lives and breathes and keeps our realities more manageable. Are our realities more manageable without ever knowing for sure? But we know for sure don't we? LLc 98.2
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