today was suprising. he interupted me mid- riff and gave me a random beatle reference. then he inturupted me again later on to tell me all about this band Crowded house. he went on and on and i couldnt help but smile. he was a pretty cool guy when he opens up. kinda like me i guess. i come off stuck up kinda, but im just shy. like him, maybe. i havent really figured him out yet. i think the silence unnerves him. oh, and he asked me when i got the tattoo on my foot. i found that so funny. kudoos to Petra on that one.
Don't give up. I'm only starting to see the gravity of your situation. the extent of your damnation. In short I don't blame you for your frivolous disposition. I blame myself for not being enough to change it. That came out wrong. I can't, nor do I want to, change you. I just wish I was insentive enough to make you wish to change. Or maybe change is non-existant. I want you to grow. You're playing a static and stagnant role whilst I am flourishing and thriving. I know I'm not the same as I was when we were first in love, but the change is amplified relative your inert stance. I've always cared about you, but that too has been altered by the hand of circumstance. I've known countless feelings for you, attachment, love, lust, caring, anguish, concern. I've always felt something for you. Now it's stronger than ever before. No more silly juvenile notions of "love". I care for you like a sister, a mother, a lover, a friend. You say you don...
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