2004-02-24 || 12:50 p.m.
One and only.
So then why is it so fucking hard to say those things to you? The things that you need to hear; That I need to say.
...the things I need you to hear.
The words are there on the tips of our tongues. I can taste them when we kiss; Feel them when you whipser into my ear; Lingering, faintly, inaudible.
Why is it so fucking hard to say what should come so easily? It's begining to tear me up, these words that need to come out. I never wanted to say anything before with such meaning and such force.
And it sacres me to death.
But I need you to know, that I love you.