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The other day I was a little sad, in fact I think I was mourning the lost of your presence. That day I realized that these feeling are real and it hurts having to carrying them around with me. I’ve got to get this off my chest so, here it goes…For the past two years probably more than that I’ve been carrying this torch for you. As much as I try to get over it I can’t. For some reason I can’t give you up. This s&%$ isn’t going away. The thing is that I like you. I’ve always liked you, but I could never say this to you because you’d never be interested in me.
So when we talk and it seems like I’m lost, it’s not that I’m ignoring you it’s that I can’t concentrate. Because when I look into your eyes I can’t focus. And when I’m mean to you it’s not that I hate you it’s because I can’t stand being in your presence.When we’re close to each other and I’m standing next to you I think I could run away with you right now. I hate you!
I hate it when you flirt with me. I hate it when you text me at night because you wanna meet up. I hate it when we finish each others sentences. I hate it when I know what you’re thinking and you know what I’m thinking too. I hate it that we have so much in common and that others see it too. I hate it when it seems like you’re gonna ask me out, but you never follow through.
You have this ability of turning my world upside down. I’ve never met a person that could have this affect on me. I get it. I understand you’re amazing. You’re some sort of anomaly and I am in complete awe of you. I just hope that who ever you decide you be with feels 1/2 of what I feel for you. Until then I’ll be here.
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