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i.
The first time I heard about you, I remember thinking that you had to be unattractive. Utterly unattractive. "She's got a great personality." He'd told me. "She's really fun to talk to, and I think you two'll get along." Who could blame me for imagining you to be the kind of slob that usually permeates the place we met?

i.
The first time I saw you, I remember being struck by a sense of humour. I laughed mentally, while my face lit up with a smile. This couldn't be the "Great personality" I'd been told about. Too gorgeous. Too sculpted a smile. No way you even came here. I remember looking you over and thinking to myself, Yeah, I could work with this. Fantastic eye-candy. I decided to flirt, to put myself out there. I hadn't caught on.

lii.
The first time I kissed you, you pressed eagerly against me, all humour lost. You melted against me, fell upwards, into my arms as our lips met. Your passion almost matched mine; I was surprised. It was a long time before you pulled away, and when you did you were blushing to the tips of your ears. "It's been a long time since I've been kissed in public..." You confided.

oiii.
When I first whispered those fateful three words, you looked at me like you didn't believe me. There was sincerity in the way that doubt filled your eyes. When I returned your stare with confidence, when I leaned up and brushed my nose against yours, you softened. You didn't say anything, but I saw the change.

viiii.
The first time you broke me, I cried.

eiiiii.
When you came back to me, I found inner peace.

iiiiii.
Sometimes I lie alone at night, wishing the pillow I so fondly hugged to myself was you, wishing you were there -- so that I could share my innermost thoughts with you. So I could whisper into your ear how I really felt, without having to worry about the barrier between us. I sincerely hope that someday, if only for an evening, I'll find that chance. "Silly boy." You'll say, now.

yiiiiiii.
"Pretty lady," I'll begin, "You don't know it, but you mean the world to me. I can't imagine a day where I go without you that ends with me smiling. When you're in doubt, and when you're in danger: take a look all around. I'll be there."

oiiiiiiii.
You crumbled.
Your life was ruining itself.
You cried. It rained. Everything was going wrong. Why couldn't anything make sense? I held you close to me. I held you in my arms, if only mentally, emotionally, and I cried with you, my head buried in your soft mane of hair. I let your hair, the rain, mask my tears against your skin as you locked your arms around me. I felt you sobbing softly, but I pretended not to notice, your head pressed to my heart. You just wanted to hide, but how could we let each other go?

uiiiiiiiii.
I know you love me because of the way you hold me every time I ask you for a hug.
I always expect it to be brief. I expect you to let go instantly, afraid of judging eyes. But you always pull me closer, threatening to never let go. I know you love me because of the way you look at me when no one else is looking, and even more because you look at me the same way when everyone is watching you. I know you love me because of your smile, that soft, crooked little grin that wrinkles your nose and curves your cheeks up.

iiiiiiiiii.
I tell you I love you with my actions. If I miss you, I get in touch with you. If I need you, I tell you. I tell you I love you with the way I talk to you, with the way I remain patient. I let you know I love you with my fingers, my mouth, my hands. The way I caress your back, the soft, subtle curvature of your spine is warm under the gentle touch of my fingers, and I love you there. I love you in the morning. I love you in the afternoon. I love you in the evening, and into the night.

doiiiiiiiiii.
Guilty.
We cannot be together, right now. Not yet. There's too much between us, and until those barriers are gone, I'll not be able to fully express how deeply I care about you. ...Not to anyone but you.
We cannot touch; no fingers or eyes or curves or smiles. No toes. No crinkling noses, no caress. Simply "bye." Nothing. Cold.

roiiiiiiiiiii.
I'm losing you. I can feel it, I feel myself falling away.
I feel you falling faster.
I reach out to grab you, to pull you closer to me, and you only want to pull away.

gaiiiiiiiiiiii.
I know it isn't for you.
But I'm still afraid.

yaiiiiiiiiiiiii.
I take better care of you than I do myself.

o.
You texted me at three thirty-eight AM. I'd not been asleep.
I love you.

Description
i.
The first time I heard about you, I remember thinking that you had to be unattractive. Utterly unattractive. "She's got a great personality." He'd told me. "She's really fun to talk to, and I think you two'll get along." Who could blame me for imagining you to be the kind of slob that usually permeates the place we met?

i.
The first time I saw you, I remember being struck by a sense of humour. I laughed mentally, while my face lit up with a smile. This couldn't be the "Great personality" I'd been told about. Too gorgeous. Too sculpted a smile. No way you even came here. I remember looking you over and thinking to myself, Yeah, I could work with this. Fantastic eye-candy. I decided to flirt, to put myself out there. I hadn't caught on.

lii.
The first time I kissed you, you pressed eagerly against me, all humour lost. You melted against me, fell upwards, into my arms as our lips met. Your passion almost matched mine; I was surprised. It was a long time before you pulled away, and when you did you were blushing to the tips of your ears. "It's been a long time since I've been kissed in public..." You confided.

oiii.
When I first whispered those fateful three words, you looked at me like you didn't believe me. There was sincerity in the way that doubt filled your eyes. When I returned your stare with confidence, when I leaned up and brushed my nose against yours, you softened. You didn't say anything, but I saw the change.

viiii.
The first time you broke me, I cried.

eiiiii.
When you came back to me, I found inner peace.

iiiiii.
Sometimes I lie alone at night, wishing the pillow I so fondly hugged to myself was you, wishing you were there -- so that I could share my innermost thoughts with you. So I could whisper into your ear how I really felt, without having to worry about the barrier between us. I sincerely hope that someday, if only for an evening, I'll find that chance. "Silly boy." You'll say, now.

yiiiiiii.
"Pretty lady," I'll begin, "You don't know it, but you mean the world to me. I can't imagine a day where I go without you that ends with me smiling. When you're in doubt, and when you're in danger: take a look all around. I'll be there."

oiiiiiiii.
You crumbled.
Your life was ruining itself.
You cried. It rained. Everything was going wrong. Why couldn't anything make sense? I held you close to me. I held you in my arms, if only mentally, emotionally, and I cried with you, my head buried in your soft mane of hair. I let your hair, the rain, mask my tears against your skin as you locked your arms around me. I felt you sobbing softly, but I pretended not to notice, your head pressed to my heart. You just wanted to hide, but how could we let each other go?

uiiiiiiiii.
I know you love me because of the way you hold me every time I ask you for a hug.
I always expect it to be brief. I expect you to let go instantly, afraid of judging eyes. But you always pull me closer, threatening to never let go. I know you love me because of the way you look at me when no one else is looking, and even more because you look at me the same way when everyone is watching you. I know you love me because of your smile, that soft, crooked little grin that wrinkles your nose and curves your cheeks up.

iiiiiiiiii.
I tell you I love you with my actions. If I miss you, I get in touch with you. If I need you, I tell you. I tell you I love you with the way I talk to you, with the way I remain patient. I let you know I love you with my fingers, my mouth, my hands. The way I caress your back, the soft, subtle curvature of your spine is warm under the gentle touch of my fingers, and I love you there. I love you in the morning. I love you in the afternoon. I love you in the evening, and into the night.

doiiiiiiiiii.
Guilty.
We cannot be together, right now. Not yet. There's too much between us, and until those barriers are gone, I'll not be able to fully express how deeply I care about you. ...Not to anyone but you.
We cannot touch; no fingers or eyes or curves or smiles. No toes. No crinkling noses, no caress. Simply "bye." Nothing. Cold.

roiiiiiiiiiii.
I'm losing you. I can feel it, I feel myself falling away.
I feel you falling faster.
I reach out to grab you, to pull you closer to me, and you only want to pull away.

gaiiiiiiiiiiii.
I know it isn't for you.
But I'm still afraid.

yaiiiiiiiiiiiii.
I take better care of you than I do myself.

o.
You texted me at three thirty-eight AM. I'd not been asleep.
I love you.