when you come back you are coming back for good, right?

please tell me that you aren't just coming back for a minute to give me a kiss and then you're off to the races again.

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i think one of the things that has made it so hard for me to believe that you are you is because i have a hard time understanding your fear of me.

when we were together i don't think i ever saw a point where you looked afraid. you never came across as shy or bashful, but i imagine that i wouldn't have allowed it anyhow since i am so bold and assertive.

even in a crowded club you didn't seem uncomfortable, so it is hard for me to understand your fear. i never saw it in your face. when you were looking at me i only saw you.

even the last day was no more awkward than any other first date, so how could you be so afraid now?
but i do remember your stare. when you looked at me i felt like your concentration was rare and penetrating. the whole world melted away and it was just you and i that afternoon. even at medival times, i didn't see it. i only remember laughing with you at everyone else. and i remember how much fun we had.

i never knew about your tumultous feelings inside. i only remember your smile. i didn't see the shock from attention or the lack of confidence you talk about now. you seemed comfortable with me, even when we were so new. and i was comfortable with you. it was strange, but it felt like home and it felt like we were old friends rather than new.

all i knew was that i wanted more of your attention. i wanted more of you; what ever you would give me. i loved that you answered my questions. and i loved that you asked your own. i loved that you let me touch you. and i loved when you pounced on me when we were finally alone.
i remember you preaching about Dio. and how shocked you were when i knew nothing about him.

wouldn't it just be like that again? wouldn't we just pick up where we left off in conversation? that is all i want.
you and i are both misfits. but together we made sense.

so what is there to fear? i only want you closer to me. i only want to be closer to you. i want to be yours. i am yours. can't you see that? won't you be mine?

i am not a puzzle that needs to be solved. i am not a judge. i am not a monkey in cage you are testing on.
i just want to love you. i just want you to come back so we can start again. i haven't been right since we parted. and i know you feel the same way.

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Baby, i love you. but right now i have to work. and when you possess my player, it is hard for me to concentrate since i am trying to listen to you.

smooches, but for now i need you outside of my head for a little bit.

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how does a blind person know if it is day or night? would it matter to them? How do the blind tell time?

how does a baby recognize their parents? Furthermore, children learn to do a lot more before they learn to speak, especially boys.
For a child to learn that the stove is hot, they must feel the heat. Only after they touch it, are they aware that hot can be harmful.

only when you know the differences between a hot coal and ice can you distinguish the two.

If you took away sight, how would you recognize a lover?

wait? What are you waiting for? why do you always have to answer all of your questions before making a decision?
why can you not act? we have spent too long thinking about finding answers to the unknown.

i know. as i have always known you. but i want to stop pretending. i want to be real again. my questions are an attempt to invoke action.

come back to me so that we can keep each other warm for the winter. and every other after.

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