maxwell thorne I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU!

I want to tell you, over and over again. I want to hold you. No, I need to hold you. I don't think anything would matter ever again, as long as I could hold you, and feel your soft body against my own.
I can almost feel you right now.

I know you already know, and I know you know that I know, so why can't I tell you?

This does no good. It's only practice, and I've had enough of that. I mouth the words over and over while we're on the phone, and you can't see me. It seems like I'm always one second away from telling you.

But you won't ever see this, because you don't know that this place exists, and even if you did, this isn't my real name.
Smedley Gershwinkle I know that you just posted that so someone would say this to you:

Tell her.

I know it's hard, but you should, you sound miserable. Just do it. You'll feel better no matter what happens. I read your post in "out," and obviously she doesn't stun easily, so let it out.

Tell her.
852456 Upon reveiwing a letter she sent me, I noticed that it was signed, "love keli."
That scared the crap out of me.

Not because I thought it was a hint of her true feelings towards me.

No, I was scared because of the more probable intent of the message that it sent: that she felt no romantic feelings for me and would never. That "love" said, "You're my best friend," and seemed to be completely oblivious to any other possibile definitions.
maxwell thorne I spilled.
"I'm in love with you."

She cried. It wasn't a good kind of cry.
I wished I could take it back. I wished I could do it over differently. She spoke.

A rambling, wandering spill. She poured out, and held in.
I spoke more.
She cried more.
She paused for what seemed like hours at a time, and we both sat in silence, collecting our thoughts and trying to speak.
She looked so alone, I wanted to be there with her. I wanted to touch her, to hold her in my arms, and tell her it would be alright. Everything will be fine. I reached out to touch her hand, and she looked up at me.
Suddenly, I didn't know if I was allowed to do that, anymore.
I cried, finally.

After much talking, and even more silence,
after changing subjects when it become too hard to go on,
after all the tears,
and after the onslaught of undefinable emotions,
we stopped.

"Whatever happens now, I want you to know that you were my best friend."

We walked out of the room in silence, exchanging sighs, until I asked if it was alright for my to hug her. She nodded. I held on too long, but she made no attempt to break free. We both needed that hug.

I feel better.
Staind_And_Souless Odd.........
Innocent. Too young.
And irresistable.
witchesrequiem That is creepy maxwell....b/c my name is Kelli and this is all to odd..
the same experience in similar words happend to me yesterday with an old friend....
and I do know..I do..see
yet the mind can only do what it wants..
FA113N Pulling my strings 121209
FA113N Re-reading.

Because once she read this page as I kissed her neck.

Today she told me about it... and a part of me felt grateful for my twisted past, because at least it contained her.
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