I know that love is unconditional. I know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and easily mistaken for loathing. I'm trying to say I think I love you. My heart feels like my chest can barely contain it. Its trying to escape because it doesnt belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. If you wanted it, Id wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, No goods, No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart in exchange for mine.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Gas money
Here's my question: if a dood asks you for gas money (the third time you see him) and you never see him again, was it worth the $15??
Probably. Even if he was a pretty decent kisser...
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