That is all.
Information please. Cite? We (by ‘we’, I mean ‘I’) require details.
Do you love her, or do you love her love her?
Circle YES or NO
Ummmm for someone that hasn’t been following your love life it would be good for a teensy little more info. Otherwise why post at all?
He (or possibly she) is sharing the fact that he’s told someone clearly quite important to him probably the most important thing he’ll ever tell her.
This being MPSIMS, nothing else needs to be added.
Well done, Blackeyes. Well, unless you just said it to get in her pants, in which case a) I hope it worked, and b) that she knew you were lying.
Oh come on this was clearly a leading OP. It’d be like someone posting “I bought a duck today” and left it at that. This may be MPSIMS but it’s not Enigmatic Statements Out Of The Blue. or ESOOTB. 
Yes, but that would be okay too, and I can prove it.
Good for you, blackeyes. More details, please!
I’m trying pump my bravery up to tell my boyfriend the same thing.
People aren’t always leading…sometimes it’s just good to get something out in the world. But ya know people are going to ask…so more details!
Chersih her!
How lovely!
I hope she said she loves you too.
I hope the tears rose in her eyes just as the words rose in her throat, and I hope that both were as sweet as the ones you spoke to her.
:sniffle:
Cartooniverse
“Are you confident in the I-love-you return? But cause if you don’t get that return, that’s a pretty big matzo ball hanging out there.”
I miss saying “I love you.”
The truth is I’ve been in love for a while now. I’ve never seen any girls like her. It became apparent shortly after I met her. But I’ve bungled a few chances with her, and for a while a year ago we didn’t really talk. We’ve started talking again and we think of each other as pretty good friends. We were on a mixture of phone and internet conversation that night.
Started off talking about this one song, “Aimee” by Damien Rice, and the last time we met on Friday. I had stayed home all day Monday; slept all day and didn’t leave the room until later. She told me she was in a daydream then, and wondered about kissing me. I told her I was probably a horrible kisser. She said there probably isn’t such thing as bad kissing so much as adapting to each person. She had a good point, she’s pretty smart. Smarter than me. I told her I think if you find someone, then even if you’re a bad kisser usually, you can still be an awesome kisser with that one person. “Because you’re like, soul mates.” Or maybe, you’re still a horrible kisser, who bites the tongue and suffocates them (but in a definitely non-romantic way), but you’ll be so much in love that it won’t matter.
She said it was very close to poetic. I guess it wasn’t that poetic, but I should get points for coming close. And we talked about poetry. She said she’s always wanted poetry to be written about her. Love on paper, you know?
Led Zeppelin came up. I told her my brother and his girlfriend have horrible taste in music (metalheads the both of them - Iron Maiden, Blind Guardian and the like) but I got him the Zeppelin “Early Days and Latter Days CD” so I’m training him. She asked me if my parents approved of his girlfriend, and we talked about their divorce, how I haven’t seen my dad in a while, and how my brother and his girlfriend are right for each other.
You know, when she was five she used to plan on running away from home with her pink barbie suitcase. I used to think about running away, but I didn’t get far with it. There was always something appealing about the fact that 5 minutes drive away there’s a bus station. You can get on a bus for about a buck or however much a ticket is and it can take you anywhere. You don’t have to care; get on a random one, and go someplace. But where would you go?
She had a note for me, it was part of a small gift. I guess because I wasn’t feeling well lately. And she told me a little birdie told me I had my heart set on someone.
She knows I like her. She’s known for a long time. I’ve told her as much before, but not in a while. I haven’t told her of any of my romances for a while either, besides with someone else whom is incredibly sexy but not the right person for a stable relationship. It was like Helen and Paris, kind of. You don’t love them; sometimes you hate the person, but gosh s/he’s attractive. Of course, I’m an absolute idiot and I probably didn’t say the right thing to her then. I didn’t really say anything. I did not deny or confirm hardly anything she said. Like when you say something so it looks like you responded to what they said, but really, you didn’t say anything, you know? I was very non-romantic. But oh, I wanted her then.
It was past midnight for us, and she had to go to bed. Stuff to do tomorrow. I told her I had a poem I did and it was finished. She wanted to read it, so I showed it to her. I guess I was done with it. It wasn’t good at all. You ever hear of a guy called e.e. cummings? he did poems that seemd to not make sense at first, but after you discover how it works, they become poetry. There’s also a somewhat famous monologue, referenced to in the movie Donnie Darko, about two words in the English language that in context probably aren’t poetic at all, but together as its own poem they become one of the most beautiful phrases of the English language together. “Cellar door”. A lot of people seem to agree with that because I can’t find the monologue at all in a Google search.
Isla view.
I guess I should have told her what I just told you. Instead I wrote to her the poem and told her I ought to be in bed, and so should you miss (from the beginning of the conversation). I ran like hell.
The last part of your post has earned a seal of confusion. Arf arf arf.
Rephrase, so you don’t leave me hanging?
It began with her telling me it was late and I should be in bed, mister. I guess I should have told her the “cellar door” story I told you, but I didn’t. It wasn’t a very good poem. More like a pun. A cute pun, but I didn’t have the courage to stick around for her reaction. So I “ran like hell”, which is to say I ended the conversation and said goodbye.
A lot more than that. In brief:
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Being recorded in writing makes you immortal.
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You’re deliberately being romantic, and unlike flowers or candy or whatever, that stuff ain’t gonna die, and you can metaphorically eat it forever.
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You’re exposing your heart. These are your feelings, and in an age where many of us hide them (and to some extent we always have), you’re letting her see your heart.
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Further to 3, you’re letting yourself open up for the possibility of pain. You’re vulnerable when you write it and especially when you read it - there’s some stuff I’ve written that I simply can’t read out loud of anyone else is around.
What you have just wrote Blackeyes just brought a tear to my eye. From a fellow romantic I hope you receive all that you ever desire. Go prove to the world that love still has some meaning and never doubt that what you feel is right.
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