Baby, I like you. Really like you.
Do you like me the same way I like you or is it just as a friend? I tell you naughty things when I'm drunk and sometimes when I'm not. I don't know what I'm allowed to do, or when. Tell me. I feel like I bore you. I don't want to repeat what I've already said to you. Help me. Tell me what to do.
My friends that know, tell me not to get involved. But its too late for that. I think I've already fallen in love even though I don't know you that well. Its foolish of me I know, but I couldn't help it.
Maybe I'm mistaking what I'm feeling for lust. Feelings are confusing. We have had sex. Once. I know we will again. I don't want to scare you away. There are rumors flying around about me.
You say you don't care. You say I'm beautiful. Tell me you've wanted me since the beginning of the year. How do I know hat you are telling me is the truth? I feel as though I'm slowly breaking. But I don't know what from. I want to be wrapped up in your arms. How do I know you haven't told him? You know, or at least can guess I don't care for him. He teases me.
Maybe its just me overreacting because of his death. It still effects me. I don't think anyone knows how much. Even me.
I want to be able to talk to you, but not just when society says we can. I don't want to feel nervous around you. I want to be able to tell you things, but I'm not sure what or where I want to begin. I want to be able to just kiss you when I want to.
People say we aren't meant to be...
We are meant to be...
Tell me...
Everything...
Author's Note: Thank you Katie for checking the story. Thank you Brandon for the inspiration to write this.
This story is mostly true. This is partly how I am feeling at the moment.
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