Your too scared to do anything about it after you’ve broken up. It’s only been about 3 months but I can’t get her off my mind really. She still loves me and I still love her but I’m too damn foolish to do anything about it. I think it is my foolish pride that is doing this to me. I’ve never been this dependent on anyone in my entire life. In truth I’m scared of needing someone as badly as I need her. I can’t fathom having a feeling as strong as this for anyone.
I’ve always loved her and will always continue to love her no matter what. This love never had a beginning it was just always there. I was just waiting for her to arrive into my life and finally show her how much I do love her. She’s absolutely the most beautiful lady I’ve ever laid my eyes upon and no one else can compare to her. I can’t handle not being around her and not seeing her everyday of my entire life.
So in short I guess you know you’re in love when you type a message like this on a message board on-line praying and hoping she’ll read it, although in all likeliehood she never will.
when he searches all over the internet until he finds me the perfect jammies that I will love (and not him): polartec jammies with feets on em. in big people sizes! cause he knows how cold I get. and then even has them monogramed so that I know they’re mine!
when he says he knows just how Ricky from I love Lucy feels!
he adores my madcap ways and even encourages it: “so Babs”, he says, “what’s banana boy up to now?”
when, the only time I ever got sick from being too festive, and puked on his new leather jacket, he didn’t mention it.
and when the mere idea of having a baby Babs with Mr Babs makes me grin like mad!
and that being at home with him and our doggies, watching loveboat reruns truly makes me happy. gatopescado,
Mr. Babs made a speedvision fan out of ME!
I know all about Michael and Ralph Shoemaker (spelling?), Mika Hakenin etc etc.
I even have a favorite team, now: Orange.
simply for the fact that their car is eye-pleasin’!
When after years of gut-wrenching self-consciousness and embarrassment with your body you let him see you naked for the first time and you’re so scared but nothing changes and he still loves you and it’s not the last time…
When he talks about the past relationships that have hurt him and you feel the burning desire to stalk, then mercilessly brutally torture the person who hurt him…
When you wonder how the rest of the free world’s female population isn’t knocking down his door/wanting to kill you so that they could have him…
When you can close your eyes with your head in his lap, knowing that he is looking at you, and not be scared that he’s internally scrutinizing you for imperfections…
When you fight daily for the self control not to leap on him whenever you see him…
When he tells you godawful stories about himself and his buddies and you find it endearing instead of Neanderthal…
When he goes to Party City during Halloween season just to look for a tiara that you mentioned you liked
[sub]You let him do things to you in parking lots that should be illegable and shall remain unmentionable.
…you never stop trying to impress her in anyway you can, and you don’t want to stop impressing her.
…the thought of watching her sleep in her bed, all warm, comfortable, and safe is better that being in bed with her awake.
…you give her your sweater when it’s 35 degrees outside even though you only have a t-shirt and shorts on because she’s cold (did that just a few hours ago) and going inside wouldn’t be as fun as tackle soccer in the dark.
…you change your plans for a 5 guys 5 girls “fun” party with cool “games” and promise not to play “games” just so she goes. After all, being with her, even if just watching a movie together, is better than playing “games” with anyone else.
…you cannot imagine her naked (assuming you haven’t seen her naked yet, and you are not dying to, even though she is the most beautiful person from all aspects you have ever ment)[I can’t explain that one all that well…just the way it is].
[philosophical]
But I would just like to point out, that love IS different for everyone. Obviously. What is love for one person is totally different for another person. And no matter what anyone tells you, you will not know your are in love the first time it happens. The feeling is indescribeable, and you’ll only know when you first loved a girl the next time you love someone, and by then it’ll be too late. Sad, but true. And for the rest of your life, the love you had for the first girl will stay with you, and you invariably compare every other girl to your first love. [/philosophical]
You go out drinking with a straight friend to celebrate the end of term, and you have a few too many, and he has a few too many, and he starts coming on to you in the bar and during the cab ride home he keeps suggesting you “crash” with him at his place, and you play dumb and pretend you have to be someplace early the next morning…
You know you are in love when give up the chance for a tipsy roll on the futon in favour of an ongoing friendship. What the hell, sometimes they ask you to be godfather to their kids.
I’m a hopeless romantic and could go on and on about this…but plenty of all that has been said already.
And some pretty lovely stuff, too, I might add.
I think it’s time for some humor.
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WARNING: EXTREME VULGARITY AHEAD!
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Proceed with caution. This is your final warning.
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A bartender friend of mine used to say that this was his definition of True Love:
“I’d walk a mile on my knees through broken glass to lick the shit off the dick that had been in her ass.”
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