I am in love with a whisper. (Real Life Entry at the Bottom) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • May 17, 2015, 6:42 p.m.
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She’s a dream, I find, as the only time we make love is when I close my eyes.

And she is there forming herself to my body.

I am bending to her will as she curves her form about my spine.

Her scent is of vanilla-soaked apples with a dash of decadence. It is a fragrance both fully comforting as her soft skin is sublime.

And, God, for a moment I would give up the foolishness of my vices were that to grant her to be for me. To be mine.

I color her eyelids with kisses, and I pepper her bare shoulders with my fingers. My nails digging in so eagerly, and dragging them down her softness. Her sweet figure. Discovering every inch as an explorer does the first time uncovering of the Sphynx. Desperate for more, and unquestionably out of his mind.

Each drag and clawing desire leaving her marked with my desperation for her, as she has stolen every part of the organ pulsing rapidly between the flesh of my left breast and the very center of my insides.

Oh, she has claimed my heart in ways I cannot relay and honestly, I wouldn’t even if I had the chance. Had the tongue. Was somehow able to scavenge words from the sonnets of our lovemaking.

The poetry of her body and mine.

Rhythmic in our flowing together.

The structure of her waist, and the curves of her thighs are the very essence of a perfection carved from or for desire.

Either way she has the palest blue eyes.

And I have always longed to sail the oceans.

So I do, on a small skiff from my port to her harbor across her pearls of vision.

Gods, how did she come to be?

An angel in my midst, when all I have found for so long are fingers clutching empty promises and fighting demons both inner and forced against me.

Time after time..

But she has wings, or I thought she must, because we are forever floating when I press into her, against her, breathe haggard whispers of my affection into her stifling form.

I cannot breathe without her!

And when I do, when she is near, it is the sweetest of oxygen I have ever imbibed.

Tell me, darling, will you always be in my dreams? Eternally grasping me from reality and throwing me down on the pillowy bed that we never quite make it to..

The floor, the table, the wall.. all perfectly natural landing spots.

When you are throwing me down and I am clutching your gown until we are both bare and exposed. Not a single thread between us.

And yet I feel the urge to pull on something..

Your hair.

My heart.

Your breath.

My life.

I make love to you at midnight, and I wake without a sweat. Covered in longing and sadly holding on my bedsheet.

This linen has so many threads.

The count is perfect.

Soft, and comfortable.

It has so many threads.

I should find one, you would think, in this empty bed of life to attach myself to and throw myself into at night..

So many threads to choose from..

I suppose that’s the very definition of life and the rarity of quality.

So many threads.

It almost never has the right kind.

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Had some friends over the other night. That’s not unusual. Was my usual charming self. Again, that’s not unusual. I think Ian and Meredith might have been trying to set me up with their friend Mary who was in town to surprise her mom for Mother’s Day. She lives in New York now. That was unusual. She was cute. I liked her just fine. Though at one point the topic kind of came up about my being single and a joke was made that I had no shot with Mary.

I deadpanned look at her and said, “Oh, trust me, darling. If I want you, you’ll be mine.”

Apparently that didn’t go over too well with Meredith. lol. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole or anything. It’s just honestly how I felt. How I do feel. My friends have almost never seen me actually flirt with a girl. I’m the charming super sweet guy. I come off that way because that is who I am. I want everyone to have fun. When guests come over I always provide any food or drink I can. I ask them if they need anything. Show them around. Just courteous things you should do, I think. I’m friendly with anyone when out shopping or grabbing a bite. They’re at work doing a crappy job, if I can make them smile even for 10 seconds, then I hope it helped make their day better. Even if only in the slightest.

And I’m somewhat loud and often the center of attention be it 4 friends over or 24.. I’m loud and funny and usually pretty charming, but I’m also very willing and often the target of jokes. The butt of the jokes. It’s totally fine. I like hearing my friends laugh. Seeing them smile. I want everyone to have fun, even if I have to look like an ass (it’s not hard for me to do! trust me! haha) to do it.. :)

Anyway, so the point is I’m also supremely confident. In myself. In my character. In who I am.. the last relationship battered that, no question, but I know I’m a helluva guy. I know it because I put in the effort to be that guy. It’s not something you can just claim. You have to be that guy. And I usually am.

So when I flirt, I’ve been told in the past I can be kind of.. arrogant. I think it’s confidence. Either way, girls may say they want a nice guy, but no.

They don’t.

They want a really nice guy who is also got a bit of an edge to him. Nothing terrible. Just nice is almost always boring. You can’t just be nice and get the girl. It doesn’t work. I was that guy eons ago. You always end up “the good friend.”

No, if you have a bit of an edge, I’ve found girls actually dig that quite a bit. I’m still the nice guy, but I’m not a doormat. You won’t walk over me. I feel you’re lucky to find me. Lucky for me to show you attention. And if I show you attention, you should value it and reciprocate in kind.

Because I’m not like everyone else.

I know it, and I guess I had the arrogance to express that.

Mary apparently wasn’t too offended by it. I told Meredith I was truly sorry if it came off as me saying I could have Mary, it wasn’t meant that way. She said I’d be lucky to have someone like Mary, and I agreed she did seem really awesome, but that uh, she’d also be lucky to have me. She thought about that. I think it mostly surprised her. But, yeah, that was interesting.

Honestly? I wish I had phrased it better. It probably came off much worse than my intent. So I told Meredith to pass that along to Mary. I do kind of feel bad about it. Went over to have dinner and watch Interstellar with Steve and his wife Sam last night. Had a great time. I told them about it, and Sam totally agreed with me. Steve’s a great guy, but he’s got way more edge than I do. She’s like look who I married! Haha. The point I guess is that hopefully I’ll pick my words a little more carefully.

But I’m finally for the first time since the devastation of the the past two years am starting to feel like myself again. I feel like Brian again.

I talk like Brian again.

I sound like Brian again.

I feel my confidence back.

My desire to talk to a girl and not immediately have my stomach clench because my belief in people was so severely damaged has finally returned.

I’m finding my way back to my hands. Back to my voice. Back to my hopeful view of people and life and back to my romantic hopelessness inside.

I feel alive.

Note to Self: Don’t tell the girl you can have her if you want her when you first meet her.. just wait a little while.. ;)

I couldn’t resist.


Last updated May 17, 2015


Deleted user May 17, 2015

I love this. I agree that it's powerful.

LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ May 18, 2015

Aw, I appreciate that. Deeply.

LoveSuicide Deleted user ⋅ May 18, 2015

You don't have any entries in your ProseBox? ponders

Who are you? I'm curious. :)

Waiting For Sunrise May 18, 2015

I agree that edge is necessary; that wit and banter is always the first thing that attracts me to someone... that said, (I do know you were joking, but) if someone told me they could have me if they wanted me, I'd never touch them out of pure spite, lol! :p

Darkest Days, Brightest Nights Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ May 18, 2015

agreed lol!

LoveSuicide Waiting For Sunrise ⋅ May 18, 2015

laughs

Yes, that is so.. so.. you isn't it?

I'd win you back over, though. Trust in that. Cause I certainly do. It's like verbal foreplay, in a sense. There's a joy to one-upping one another. I'm shocked by how many people are commenting on it. It seems split almost 50-50 at this point.

I love debates when there is a staunch stance for either side to take.

Besides, spite only gets you as far as far as your feet will take you! And they'll eventually take you back to me. The quality of the verbal jousting when it is truly a delightful wit bounced back and forth is a rarity to find, I have found. adjusts halo

Mine's a little bit crooked. ;)

Mercurial Muse May 18, 2015

I find myself wanting to disagree. But it all hinges ont he question, what do you mean by edge? To me that has a negative connotation. Something potentially harmful.

And I don't think you need an edge to not be a doormat. My husband is the quintessential nice guy. But he has strong convictions and far be it for anyone, least of me, to try and walk all over him if they disagree.

LoveSuicide Mercurial Muse ⋅ May 18, 2015

Well, damn, that's actually a compelling point. It can be harmful. Well, so can anything, really. Words can be. Motives. Actions. Anything can be harmful. I think it's all about intent. My intention was sincere and honorable. I was not meaning to disparage or dismiss her. It was actually, I think, in a way a compliment. I should have worded it better. But she'd been hanging out by then for a couple of hours and my personality comes across very quickly. I'm not to be taken seriously. Almost ever. Except when I'm having a serious conversation, which I often do and thoroughly enjoy. Even then though I'll joke around. Humor is a necessity, I think.

Anyway, the point I guess in my rambling is that I think my intent was honesty. And like if I didn't find her attractive at all, I wouldn't have bothered to say it because I wouldn't have even thought it. If that makes sense. So there was a vague level of interest, and I was just being me.

In the end, I'll stand on my own two feet based on my actions, and the merit of those. I'm honest and loyal to a fault. I don't play mind games. If I like a girl, I'll tell them so. Often quickly. There's no need to dance around the matter. I enjoy the hunt and the chase thoroughly, but not the "I won't call you because I'll look desperate" nonsense that people often obsess over when they meet someone and are dipping their toes in the water testing it.

So if I'm interested in someone I'll say it through words, show it through action, and I'll throw myself into the waters and let the currents take me as I go.. it's more fun that way.

I'm just rarely interested for long.

I get bored very, very quickly. And most people after the initial curiosity can be kind of boring.

The true treasures are when I meet someone I can have the same conversation with a hundred times and not get bored during any single one of them.

Those people are gems, and they are rare. And when I find them, I hold onto them tight. I do not let go.

They are too valuable.

I do agree you don't need an edge to not be a doormat, but I'm not the latter and I have some of the former. I think I'm just saying I'm not bland. I'm spicy. From New Orleans after all! There's some kick to this one. But your husband and I sound probably similar. I hope!

Sorry for the diatribe! :)

Mercurial Muse LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

Well of course anything can be harmful :P But edge has a distinctly dangerous feel to it, in my opinion. People fall of the edge. You cut yourself on the edge, enzvt.

But if you view having an edge as something unique, then I suppose I see your point :)

LoveSuicide Mercurial Muse ⋅ May 18, 2015

I would definitely define as something more the latter. Having a distinction or something more than just being a nice guy. Whether it's a little bit of attitude or sass or just a great sense of humor, you're not defined by being the nice guy. You're multi-dimensional.

Tea and Sympathy May 18, 2015

I'm glad you are feeling more and more like yourself. I'm going to agree.... telling someone you can have them if you want them, especially when first meeting them is definitely a terrible idea. I have to say if a guy told me that when just meeting him he'd be lucky if we even had so much as as a friendly interaction again. Confidence is good, but there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. So be careful. You're not a douchebag, so be careful to not come across as one. :)

The title to this piece was very fitting. I really liked this. :)

Take care my friend. /wave ~Randi

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 18, 2015

Randi, whaaaat? Darling, you do remember how we met right? I was talking to Laurie, and I was being me. That guy that said that comment! And you thought I was rude and a jerk. She told me so.

And then you ended up messaging me. coughs

So, I think I won! Teasing. ;)

Tea and Sympathy LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

Yes. I remember. Lucky for you I was young and stupid and a completely different person. :) I didn't know any better back then. :p

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 18, 2015

Ahem. Then what brings you here?

Clearly, now you know better. lol.

Tea and Sympathy LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

A place to write brings me here. Old connections reconnected brings me here. :)

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 18, 2015

And me being awesome.

Teeny, tiny bit? :P

lol.

Tea and Sympathy LoveSuicide ⋅ May 19, 2015

You can have some credit. :p you are the reason I logged back in. So thanks for that. Lol :)

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 19, 2015

I claim it all!

Actually, I'm just thrilled to see such a familiar and lovely face back around these here parts.

I'm staking out a claim, I reckon.

Might you do the same..? Hmm..!

Tea and Sympathy LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

We shall see. :)

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 20, 2015

I see the future.

It's you.

Smiling.

:O :D :)

Tea and Sympathy LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

You think you're so clever huh. :p

LoveSuicide Tea and Sympathy ⋅ May 20, 2015

lol. Think it or knowwww it? :)

Sharee May 18, 2015

I can't help but agree, nice guys are nice but that tends to make them terrific friends. I also tend to be drawn to people (in general) who need tending, which is a habit I've never been able to break.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

Sweet. Chalk one more up for the good guy. lol. Yeah.. nice girls are the same way. You can't be just sweet. There has to be personality there. I grew up thinking I wanted like the classic good girl, and I realized when I actually went on a few dates with a few different ones that they weren't really that interesting. I can carry a conversation, but it's more fun when you're jousting back and forth. Even if only on occasion. I think it makes life more enjoyable.

Well, is it a habit you want broken though?

ponders Are you a fixer? :)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

Sometimes, yes. I tend to blow off people who want to take care of me, and there are times I wouldn't mind having those people around.

I'm nice, and apparently have a very innocent air --- I'm usually the last suspected of anything. I'm also very sarcastic, which isn't usually a problem except with people like my coworker who doesn't get sarcasm. At. All.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

lol. I'm curious to see your sarcasm in action now. Because, yes, you do seem to have an innocence to you. Even in the tone of your writing. As I read you having typed that I was thinking to myself, yes, this makes sense. So true. Hmm.

Why do you blow off people who want to take care of you?

You wrap yourself up in those who need you? Cause they won't go away?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

It's made getting away with things very easy over the years, particularly handy when I was a teenager. Even when I admit to things, people are generally inclined to think someone else must have been to blame.

As for the other, again, habit I suppose. My family is a pessimistic bunch and not one of them is good under pressure, I'm used up holding it together when things are rough and trying to lighten their loads as much as possible. It just spilled over, I guess, into the rest of my life as well. If you're well balanced and don't need me, then I move along to someone who needs more support.

That's not to say everyone in my life is falling apart. Or that they aren't there if I ask, it's more that I'm not good at asking and am very good at masking my feelings. So if they aren't looking, and I'm not asking...

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

So what brings you here? Cause clearly I'm well-balanced. Right?

Crickets?

No? :P

Teasing.

Haha, so what have you admitted to that you weren't actually blamed for? What did you get away with as a teenager?

Well. This is an emotion-heavy person you're talking to with a whole lot of logic thrown in to confuse. So how are you doing? :)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

I don't know, you seem fairly well balanced, but to be fair I'm going on fairly little in that assumption. 😉

I made the mistake of dating someone at work when I was 18. For all of two weeks, then he went back to his girlfriend which was all good. I ended up hooking up with someone a couple of months later, having no idea they were good friends. (That was the one and only time I've had gin. And one of the few times I have very little actual recollection of.)

Anyway the guy I had dated got very upset when he found out and started trying to spread rumors (are they rumors if they're true?) at our work, none of which anyone believed, because I'm way too sweet, even though I didn't deny any of it. He's the closest I have to a psycho ex. Basically because he hacked into my email account and made multiple email accounts to send me threatening emails from. I got off track there, sorry.

Anyway, I got away with everything as a teen. Skipping school, skipping assignments at school, sneaking out of the apartment, drinking, smoking...I was a bit of a mess for awhile. I missed half of my senior year, and still graduated with a 4.2 GPA.

Actually, I'm still a bit of a mess. But oh well.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

How are you still a bit of a mess?

It sounds like you live two lives -- one where you're putting on the perfection facade and one in which you are imperfect and flawed (like the rest of us)...?

Hmmm.

ponders

Hope I'm not prying too much. If so, you can smack my hand.

I don't bite.

Much. :)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

Well I don't drink as much as I used to, and I quit smoking all the things, so I'm better in that anyway. But I still feel like I'm making things up as I go along most days.

I'm terrible at saying no, and so end up doing lots of things I don't really want to do. Nothing major, but if family or friends ask for a favor and I don't have a legitimate reason not to, I can't say no. Instead I just rarely answer the phone.

I'm much too entrenched in the past, but even knowing that doesn't really change it. I'm much to sensitive about basically everything, but I keep it to myself pretty much always. I'm much too nice in general.

I don't know, it's more a feeling of not having much control over my life maybe. Bad choices running their course.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

(Pardon the short reply, but I think this is that important to address:)

What bad choices are running your course?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

I dropped out of college after I found out I had cancer, I wasn't happy with the course I was on anyway. I got pushed into it to begin with before I really decided what I wanted to do, and it just did me in. I do finally have a job I love and that could go places, but it was a long road to this point.

I didn't have insurance when all that happened, according to the divorce agreement dad was supposed to keep insurance until we were 25 as long as we were in school. Why anyone trusted him I have no idea. I got stuck with about $25k in hospital bills. My credit finally got over that.

But then I worked part time, if at all, to stay with my grandmother as much as she needed. I don't regret that at all, I actually spent most every day of her last year with her. But we lived on credit cards to make that happen, she'd have killed me if she knew. She passed away at the end of 2013 and that's a hole I've barely begun to dig myself out of.

There are other things I'd probably do differently if given the chance, but it is what it is.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

So which are the bad choices, dear?

I only ask because you justify every single one.

(And, well, justifiably so..)

So...

I ask this..

Where are you in life now?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 18, 2015

Justifying is my specialty. I have no idea where I am, which is part of the problem. I have a vague notion of what I need to do to get on track, but mostly I procrastinate and count down the time until another day finally ends. Because I always think tomorrow might be better. Not much luck so far, but there's always tomorrow.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 18, 2015

Hmm. Did that answer the question? lol. I suppose it did to some extent.

How about this one then..

Where do you want to be in life as opposed to where you are currently?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 19, 2015

Where? I really don't know. More stable for sure, but at the moment I have very little direction. Like I said, I like my job and plan to put more into that. The old plans, dreams, that I had...they're gone at this point. I focused on work and taking care of my grandmother until she passed away. Since then I'm just drifting.

Did that answer that question? Not really, but I don't feel like I have many answers. Maybe evasive replies are my specialty, I should get into politics.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Which old dreams and plans are gone now and why so?

Hmmm.

It feels like you want to answer specifically, but for some reason choose not to..?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

At some point I learned to compartmentalize, it was that or be someone I didn't like at all. And along the way I ran out of words. Putting things into words makes it harder to pretend those things aren't there.

I wanted to work with kids, to write, to find someone who made me happy. Along the way I ran out of words, I ran out of drive. Some of my choices weren't necessarily bad, but still not what I would choose if I had it to do again. I wanted kids, maybe I would have still wanted more with someone else. I'd like to travel more, for that, at least, there's still time.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

So did you work with kids? Did you get the chance to write in the way you wanted to do so? Did you end up finding someone who made you happy?

How many little ones do you have? It sounds like you kind of aren't happy with how that turned out?

Been fun getting to know you. :)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I do not work with kids, but I'm okay with where I am now. I don't really write at all anymore, I have no words left. And happy just depends on the day.

I have one, and he's 12 so not that little these days. With where I ended up, one is enough.

It's given me something to do at work since J has been terrible at texting back this week and she's usually my day to day entertainment. Besides you remind me of someone I used to know, he was also nosy. 😉

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

haha, who do I remind you of?

And because he was nosy? That's the link?

Here I thought it was my dashing good looks and infinite charm.. :P

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Noah, my friend that passed away. He also claimed to have some of that infinite charm.

But more that he used to write beautifully and ask cheeky questions.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

So he stole my gimmick?! :)

In all seriousness, I'm actually quite honored. It sounds like he was quite the man.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Well he was generally difficult, but I do have fond memories of him.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

haha, how was he difficult?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

He had a habit of telling me things that could have been major turning points, and then he'd disappear. Stop speaking to me, delete his screen names, stop answering the phone. Then a month or so later he'd turn up like nothing was ever said. He always said I scared him, which is probable since I wanted to kill him half the time. (I knew what he meant, but still it was really annoying.)

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

So basically I remind you of a lunatic.

lol.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

You're welcome. 😉

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Jackass. Haha.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Whatever, I'm delightful.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Who told you that?!

Some idiot, I bet. :P

lol

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

A surprising number of people I've worked with over the years, and always that particular word. Most assuredly no one who ever really knew me, but I'm sure they think it anyway. 😉

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

lol. Did you just convince me you are delightful and then dismiss it in the same breath?!

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Definitely not, I already told you I am.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Whoa. You've got an edge, darling.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

We all have our little secrets.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

So what are yours, dear?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Are you looking for another rambling non answer? I'm as transparent as they come.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Hm. I might think I am, actually.

You share, but in an interesting way..

I dig it.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I'll answer most things as honestly as possible, but whether anyone gets any actual information from that answer is another matter. But, as was the case 18 or so years ago, I share a lot more online than I do in person. You probably know as much, or more, about me at this point as people I've known for years. 😉

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Why do you think you share more online than in real life?

Just haven't come across a friend that you can open up to or confide in or..?

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I don't like for things to be about me, plus it's just easier to say things through the computer. I talk to J a lot since we started texting. My family was never one to discuss things, you just lock it down and work it out. Most of them are more open these days, but for me I guess it stuck.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

So you're desperately trying to let it out, but this is the only venue in which you have found is comfortable for you to do so?

hugs.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Sure why not, but I'm maybe not that dramatic about it. 😉

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

lol. So I am dramatic now, too?!

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I'm anti drama. I also feel like I've been on here way too much lately. lol

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Probably true.

For us both. :)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I don't know about you, I'm on usually a couple of times a week. Extra high boredom levels have had me bouncing between Facebook, hangouts and here. Because somebody has to be doing something interesting somewhere, right?

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Whatever I am doing...

..is interesting.

Truth. ;)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

I'm singularly uninteresting, I'm afraid. Watching Bones and drinking a couple of apple ales while I wait for J to put her kids to bed. I just have to live vicariously through other people for now.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

No.

No, you really don't have to, darling.

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

<h1>sarcasm</h1>
LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

Oh, c'mon, darling.

I expect more than html comedy. ;)

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 20, 2015

Ah well, I prefer puns but I'm not feeling that clever at the moment.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 20, 2015

I'll drag it out of you. Warned!

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 21, 2015

Yeah, good luck with that.

LoveSuicide Sharee ⋅ May 21, 2015

Doubting me?!

Sharee LoveSuicide ⋅ May 22, 2015

Nah, I just know me. So really yes I guess. lol

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