To describe what you make me feel…it just wouldn’t do you justice. This is far too complex and we are the type of individuals who cannot really be defined in society or according to its norms….each meeting w/ you is a little anxious at first…then I feel at home. You put me at ease…you make me lose my appetite…and effect that comes w/ the territory of lust, love, and the latter…
You told me that you ended your relationship a month and a half ago…that would make sense, in regards to the things I’ve noticed and that have occurred…the line to draw now…seems very obscure, you said it yourself. I’m in no hurry…and I wouldn’t want you to take what I’ve said like I’m pushing for something more than what we are willing to give at the moment. Though life is short…I’m in no hurry…bide my time and my worries.
I’m thinking back on the things that we’ve done now…I love looking into your eyes…as we’re having sex?…making some type of love?…I’m not sure…but there’s still apart of you that isn’t in sync w/ me completely yet…and what might that be you’d be asking…the little things about making love…we lack…the connection of just ‘knowing’ how to please the other w/out asking…etc…but we still have time. I have a fear that we’ll become use to each other and fall prey to old habits…that you’ll find someone else attractive…want their attention…or if someone else gives you an offer, you won’t be able to refuse it…
I hope you are the one for me though...my only wish besides being skinny