Our Lives
Our lives We live our lives through our own eyes, what if we could trade and see what each other sees. What if we love each other more than the other, all problems solved becasuse there wouldn't be time to be mad. I want to tell you everything and I try, and i ask myself why? Why is it so hard to tell you some things? I don't want to hurt you. Not that they are bad things, well hurt me alot and why my relationships don't last. I am scared what you might think, scared you are going to leave. I have been honest upfront with you, told you the things I think you must know. I am living with something barried inside, I will tell you one day, thats a promise maybe when we get married. I don't want hurt nor do you, I want you to know I am here for you and I care and listen to what you got to share. You are my rock and my angel that won't change, With out you I am a empty shell and wouldn't see anyone again. You give me hope a I wasn't looking when I got your first message, I was giving up on finding someone like you. You are amazing, smart, funny and my soulmate, you ask if I would be ok if we part my answer "Hell No!!!"
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