I want to tell people I'm going crazy about you. And I thought it out...all the consequences of telling certain people.
It might make things better. It might make things work.
But I'm not ready yet.
I was even thinking, how silly I sound.
I don't even know you.
But I learned a lot of things just from books, from hear say. I know you from words. From the stories I've been told and the beautiful images you create. I want to believe you're a gold soul and I'm right and we should just meet and be perfect for each other. That if we can analyse history, and pretend as if we know these people in the past from stuff they said and did and created, then I sure as hell can do the same for you. All these cynical broken hearted people just want to protect the world from ever falling in love because it hurts so much and can end so badly. They don't want me to get too involved before i know. I want to know so much. It feels so right and so wrong. The best kind. I want the chance to see you 3D. To interact with you. I don't want you to become a figment of the past, of and history that could have been different. It'd be nice to be right for a change.
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As a great proponent of romance and romantic notions, this post intrigues me to no end. The cynical broken hearts might warn against flying into the unknown without a map, but then again, maps only show what we already know.
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