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love is a trivial subject, one that i have neither experienced very much, nor held onto. i tend to shy away from it for, i dont like the feeling of a broken heart. It is very nice to experience love however, and i do it deeply whenever i do. recently, although, i dont think a year can be considered recently, i broke apart from the man i wished to marry. he couldnt take the load of my life and therefore, being a coward, ran. he still has not spoken to me, and i hope dearly, that one day, he will. i miss him as a friend but he scared me so deeply, my heart grew back twisted and knarled. i became a whore, i kissed girls, guys, and didnt care, i cybered with guy after guy, and didnt care what happened. if you ask me, i would have said nothing and gone one doing just that, i became a "porn star" and gave pictures of my naked body to guys i didnt know. i stole from my mother' "colection" and discovered just what pleased me. i dont know who you are to read this and i honestly could care less, this is my past and i wish to be an open book to the man that i love so much now. I have given up my ways as a whore and i dont kiss anyone but him now, even with the man i wanted to marry, i cheated, but now, i will not, and never even think to do so, i hope he does the same for me because even though i love him so much, and trust him, there is still that fear in the back of my mind because of what i have been though. this started off as nothing much, but really, when i do something, i do it right, and now, i just want him to know a little of my past and just how much i love him, blindly at that but i dont care, love is often blind at least, thats what ive heard and i do love him for everythign he is, he makes me laugh until i snort, blush until im completely red, and made me fall head over heels for him
 Aislin Paine · Mon Feb 01, 2010 @ 12:41am · 1 Comments |
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