Post by RisingPhoenix on Jun 2, 2013 15:45:27 GMT -5
Okay. I get the picture. I see what you are saying. I’m too dramatic. I go overboard in every situation. I’m not seeing your vision. You changed your mind. I’m not what you wanted and you want to return me for a refund.
Do you have the receipt? You don’t? Well maybe if you if you explain what happened…no-no that will never do.
Tell me what happened? Why are you done with me?
Is it my hair? Is it not red enough for you? Most guys would kill for this shade of red. Not the top of the flame but the deep red at the bottom the part that burns the hottest. Hotter than anything you have ever come in contact with. Have you ever noticed how when you rub your hand over the flame it doesn’t burn as much unless you make contact with the bottom?
No-no it’s not that. Well is it my eyes? They ARE the darkest of the browns aren’t they? Yeah, I was always a little self conscience about them. However I noticed you always took me in glancing first at my soft feet and then your eyes would travel up my ankles to feast upon my legs then my thighs, slowly as if you were nibbling me like soft hot bread. Your gaze was so intense that I thought you were already touching me. I just knew I felt your hands upon my thighs. I really thought I did. I could feel your hands all over me and reveled in your touch feeling drunk with this mad passion. But when I opened my eyes you were across the room. Your eyes held mine and the lock never broke until someone snatched us away.
I know. How I do go on. Let me stop rambling. You were saying that you wanted to return me?
I only want an explanation and I don’t think that’s too much to ask from you. And I’m almost sure we have exceeded the time allowed in which to return anything.
Look may I just say something? I have always loved you. I have loved you since the day we first spoke. Seeing you just reassured my heart and gave my eyes something to set upon and my lips something to taste, my hands something to feel, and my body a reason to tremble. I have always loved you and that’s something I am sure of always.
I know you want me gone. I know you want me gone, but please hear me out. I know I talk too much but this is what happens when you have something to say and everything is riding on that moment. It’s like when a mad man has a gun at your head and you are promising him anything he wants to spare your life. I know I’m over dramatic but that’s how I feel and it never bothered you before.
What has changed your mind about me? Oh, how can I go on when I feel as though my heart has been ripped right out of me? I have to beat my chest to remind myself that I am still here.
No please-please don’t walk away from me, oh please! You are everything to me! I feel like I’m only here to love you. Do you understand this? You walk away and I will surely die. I can barely breathe right now. Just please tell me…if love is love and you didn’t mean it when you said it to me, what meaning does it have for someone else? Because you said you would always love me and I thought you were a man of your word. You made me think the word “love” meant forever.
Do you have the receipt? You don’t? Well maybe if you if you explain what happened…no-no that will never do.
Tell me what happened? Why are you done with me?
Is it my hair? Is it not red enough for you? Most guys would kill for this shade of red. Not the top of the flame but the deep red at the bottom the part that burns the hottest. Hotter than anything you have ever come in contact with. Have you ever noticed how when you rub your hand over the flame it doesn’t burn as much unless you make contact with the bottom?
No-no it’s not that. Well is it my eyes? They ARE the darkest of the browns aren’t they? Yeah, I was always a little self conscience about them. However I noticed you always took me in glancing first at my soft feet and then your eyes would travel up my ankles to feast upon my legs then my thighs, slowly as if you were nibbling me like soft hot bread. Your gaze was so intense that I thought you were already touching me. I just knew I felt your hands upon my thighs. I really thought I did. I could feel your hands all over me and reveled in your touch feeling drunk with this mad passion. But when I opened my eyes you were across the room. Your eyes held mine and the lock never broke until someone snatched us away.
I know. How I do go on. Let me stop rambling. You were saying that you wanted to return me?
I only want an explanation and I don’t think that’s too much to ask from you. And I’m almost sure we have exceeded the time allowed in which to return anything.
Look may I just say something? I have always loved you. I have loved you since the day we first spoke. Seeing you just reassured my heart and gave my eyes something to set upon and my lips something to taste, my hands something to feel, and my body a reason to tremble. I have always loved you and that’s something I am sure of always.
I know you want me gone. I know you want me gone, but please hear me out. I know I talk too much but this is what happens when you have something to say and everything is riding on that moment. It’s like when a mad man has a gun at your head and you are promising him anything he wants to spare your life. I know I’m over dramatic but that’s how I feel and it never bothered you before.
What has changed your mind about me? Oh, how can I go on when I feel as though my heart has been ripped right out of me? I have to beat my chest to remind myself that I am still here.
No please-please don’t walk away from me, oh please! You are everything to me! I feel like I’m only here to love you. Do you understand this? You walk away and I will surely die. I can barely breathe right now. Just please tell me…if love is love and you didn’t mean it when you said it to me, what meaning does it have for someone else? Because you said you would always love me and I thought you were a man of your word. You made me think the word “love” meant forever.
