sure this kid is great and one of those truthful loyral type of friends, but his lust is getting in the way of love. it was only a few hours that we were together, i barely rubbed off as myself and yet he was all over my potentiality.
you see, he finds me beautiful, he says that i am the best he's ever layed eyes upon. this flatters me ever so much, i've always wanted to be thought of that way, but still, lust over love. He wants to love, and just loves the idea of me, but not really me. sure he knows a bit more now, but only still, a mere porion.
long ago in the midst of the malestrom i once called every day, i wished for a writer. a tall writer who would be nice to me, handsome and intellegent, my kind of prince charming as you will. And one spring day i got just that and more, i am perfectly content with what i have, and find it hard to be attracted to anyone else in the slightest when in a relationship with someone so great.
well back to the guy, his heart yearns and i know because he has spoken such words of drunkeness that we all feel from time to time. he's truely wonderful, but his wanting becomes uncomfortable. I would dispies a girl if she acted this way to my lover, i would want to rip her jaw from her skull so that she may never express her way in such words ever again, and to hear such words from a guy to me, fills me with a kind of guilt.
As you see, it isn't entirely you, it is i and life as well. it's just how it goes. if you were older it would still be all the same, these words would barely have changed.
i'd hate it if you felt bad after having ready this-but it had to be layn out as is. no blankets no fluff, just a mirror and a composer.
the end
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