I Love You
I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, I know that we were certainly together in our past lives. You and I have a connection that is beautiful and real and undeniable. It’s beyond physical, what we have. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my life. I feel like you are always with me.
On some level you must feel it, too; otherwise you wouldn’t keep coming back to me after all these years.
I have loved you since I was 19 years old, and I will always love you. I have never been in love before I met you, and I know that I will never be in love again with anyone else the way that I am in love with you. You own me. I am yours before anyone else’s. Even after everything that has happened, after everything you’ve done to me and I’ve done to you, my heart will always be yours.
It's true that I don’t feel as safe with you as I once did. There is just no room for error in this, and there have already been way too many close calls for my comfort. I am really scared. The steps you’ve taken to cover your tracks seem to be sloppy and half-assed, and it worries me. Every week something happens that brings us ever closer to being discovered, and I can’t risk that. I can’t have anything happen that will intrude upon my everyday life. If this is going to continue, and I hope that it does, we need to be very, very careful. No missteps. I mean it.
In case you're wondering, I am keeping this blog that I wrote for you because I need an outlet for my feelings. Writing is a need for me; I need to write just as much as I need to breathe. You've always supported me in that area and I will never, ever forget that. You have no idea how much that means to me, how special that is to me. As for this blog, you will probably never see it, but that’s okay with me. I just need to put it all out there, so I don’t destroy myself keeping it all tucked away inside.
And yes, I do love you. Still. With all my heart and with everything that I am. Never believe otherwise. If I could write our story, it would have a remarkably different ending.
On some level you must feel it, too; otherwise you wouldn’t keep coming back to me after all these years.
I have loved you since I was 19 years old, and I will always love you. I have never been in love before I met you, and I know that I will never be in love again with anyone else the way that I am in love with you. You own me. I am yours before anyone else’s. Even after everything that has happened, after everything you’ve done to me and I’ve done to you, my heart will always be yours.
It's true that I don’t feel as safe with you as I once did. There is just no room for error in this, and there have already been way too many close calls for my comfort. I am really scared. The steps you’ve taken to cover your tracks seem to be sloppy and half-assed, and it worries me. Every week something happens that brings us ever closer to being discovered, and I can’t risk that. I can’t have anything happen that will intrude upon my everyday life. If this is going to continue, and I hope that it does, we need to be very, very careful. No missteps. I mean it.
In case you're wondering, I am keeping this blog that I wrote for you because I need an outlet for my feelings. Writing is a need for me; I need to write just as much as I need to breathe. You've always supported me in that area and I will never, ever forget that. You have no idea how much that means to me, how special that is to me. As for this blog, you will probably never see it, but that’s okay with me. I just need to put it all out there, so I don’t destroy myself keeping it all tucked away inside.
And yes, I do love you. Still. With all my heart and with everything that I am. Never believe otherwise. If I could write our story, it would have a remarkably different ending.
posted by Anonymous at 10/30/2006 02:20:00 PM
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