Needy Person 2005
started 10/31/98, converted to prose 09/26/05
There are so many things that Ive wanted to say to you.
Im too afraid would you know what I wanted too say. Bhen you would have treated me differently.
Im not joking when I say I love you, and I dont mean the l word the way most people mean it. I wanted to spend my life with you, and I wanted you to want that, too.
I wanted you to feel the kind of passion Ive felt. Ive wanted you to make that effort for me.
Ive wanted to be able to have that life with you. And Ive never wanted to tell you that.
Ive wanted you to just know.
What if something happened to me, what if I couldnt talk, or what if I died? Would you know the things I think? Probably not.
Maybe youd have an idea.
Maybe youre just used to not having to think about things like this.
But I do.
Yes, this is what I think about. Youre tall, have blonde hair and blue eyes. Youre not perfect, but neither am I. Ive been able to get past all the imperfections with you, but are you capable of doing that for me?
Im a needy person sometimes and sometimes my needs seem obvious and you never notice that I need. You never think theres anything you can do to make my life better.
Maybe I try and work like a giant and am good at what I do.
But maybe sometimes I cant do it alone.
And thats what I need you for.
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