I can only say that one special person holds my heart in the palm of his hand. I trust him with something so precious, knowing he could turn around and break it. Testing its limits also makes it hurt, but I am sure he does not know how much pain that it causes me. If he does then I guess he enjoys toying with my heart. I know he loves me as much as I do love him. I understand that somepeople don't want to let go of their past and hold on to some old memories. I know I could look at other men in hopes of something more, but I am pleased with who I have. I feel no need to seek something I already have. He is the kind that likes to look at other women, making me wonder if I am beautiful enough, sweet enough, in general if I am enough. Am I good enough for him to be proud of or am I just someone to be with along the way. I love his sweet, romantic, thoughtful side. I hate the fact he would come to a site like this to gawk at women that have to flaunt practical nudity to gain his attention. In reality I am the one getting all that attention. I guess this is how much love really hurts. I will just enjoy his sweet kisses, his warm embrace and his faithful loving heart for as long as I can make sure it remains faithful to me. If you ever read this baby, now you know just how much more I really do love you.
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It sounds like you could do a lot better than him.
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I wrote this for my tagged site I just copied and pasted it here for my journaling, there is no offense intented in this toward anyone
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