hey c----. sent a comment like 20 minutes ago, said it worked just fine, yet here
i am again, with a blank slate. how many times have i offered to just give you a car? you were so sure youd have a bran new car, "any day now" well, that was 2004, it is now very nearly 2007. its a real shame, it was a very good letter, if i do say so myself. i just want to say, it hurts enough being without you everyday, but for you to say you have no trust in me at all? you look so hard for true love, i AM the one for you, you ARE the one for me. you prefer guys who are the worst kind of trash imaginable, have kids they dont even talk to, much less feed or clothe. sneaking around behind their wives back. i know i did you wrong, do you think a single day goes by for me i dont stay awake thinking, shoulda woulda coulda? but i never gave up, you told me once that you woul always try to talk it through, work it out, you PROMISED me you would never just give up. youve done more to break my heart than you admit. broken or mint, my heart is still yours. an nothing or nobody can ever change that. damn, ive waited over 18 months, and no, i dont regret it for a second. you deserve a man who will kiss each toe, one by one when your are tired and sore. a man who would walk over broken glass, to the ends of the earth. you know in your heart i am truthful. i am no more perfect than any other guy youve ever been with. but my love, is true, true as can be. you say all men only want sex, but you do believe me when i say i truly do love you, heart and soul. damn, i wish that letter hadnt gotten myseriously deleted. funny how that only happens when i write to you, never any other time, ever ever. all i want for christmas is you, c-----, if i dont get my wish this year, there is next year, or the year after that. i could just as easily do what those other guys do, lie my way into a different pair of panties every day. you know i could, damn. i could do even better cause i dont have to lie, i dont h2ave kids, i dont have a wife. coming close on to 2 full years now. im hurt, yes i am, but defeated? never, never c-----, i will wait for you until the moon runs out of helium, and the sun runs out of gas. any man who wouldnt wait for the very best, who would rather have some convenient sex with a generic slut, well, isn nearly the man you deserve. ill be here, dreaming of your sweet angel eyes, gazing into my own, your soul an mine, together again as they belong. i will be here, c-----, an you are just as welcome as you evr were, and far more welcome than i made you feel, blinded fool that i was....
m----