I wonder about once a day whether I actually fell in love with you, you son of a bitch. If so, I'm ashamed of myself. I prided myself on how little I felt for you, about how purely sexual our relationship was. If I love you, it gives you power over me, and I can't have that. We've always competed against each other since we were eleven, and I still can't handle it if you win.
I doubt you love me. You may have once, but I think you've gotten over it. I'm tardy.
But maybe I don't love you. I feel it more when you're far away. Maybe I'm just lonely and you're the only person who would hold me.
Confess ID: budgxdmo
Posted On: 23-Aug-2008