There are moments, as simple as the second hand of a clock that ticks, that seems to simple, perfect even. Wrapped into his arms, our bodies, skin on skin allowing the heat to build up as he whispers words I'm starting to believe into my ear for the hundredth time.
He doesn't even realise how much, or how big a part of myself I trust to him. This is a different love, a building one, which isn't set from a year of friendship before. It's one where feelings already there have been able to grow into something much more, something stronger.
I realise my mistakes of my past love, I see it now but I have no regrets. The last few months have shown me, he has no interest in anything to do with me, so I myself gave up trying to contact him.
I don't want to lose M, he brings me such happiness, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose him once the army calls him up. I don't think 8 months away from him is something I can wilingy bear.
I'm falling in love with him, in only just over a month. He's told me he loves me, but my voice closes up in telling him the same thing. I said it too late once before, and too early. So where is the middle ground, when is it ever the right time - to love.
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So I guess with all things you want to know a little about me then? Sorry to dissapoint you but that's going to have to come later. Right now I'm a little busy to talk about my life but hey look around, read a bit, you might learn something about me you didn't know before.
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