No, I won’t say it.
I won’t say those three words that can create bliss, or allow heart break.
Those words that can create sweet memories…or leave behind scars that rarely fade.
I won’t say “I love y–.”
At Least not until I’m sure that in you I can be secure,
But it gets harder every day because I find myself wanting you more…
Still…I won’t say it….
Because it’s something you say when you’ve whole heartedly accepted that you’ve opened the door to a sacred place and allowed the risk of being robbed, or the comfort of having extra security. No one ever really knows which one they’ll get.
So I’ll save those words, like a secret well kept.
Hold it inside my chest, until there’s no room left…
To contain it.
But damnit…
I think I love y–….
Still l–I won’t say it.
Not until Time tells me that you’re here to stay.
I admit it, I’m uneasy–a little afraid.
I can’t say I love y–…
But I want to.
And I hope that you don’t mistake my silence when you say it for my lack of that emotion.
Because it’s here In my heart and mind, and as a result, my soul is open…
I’m hoping…
That the words won’t sneakily slip from my lips.
Butterflies doing flips…
I’ll just show you
…that I love you.
I miss this feeling.
I’ve got a longing to find you.
A yearning to hear your voice,
To Give you reasons to love me,
And make you feel like you have no choice…I want to lay with you…
To Lay cozy in bed and feel your fingertips caressing my scalp.
I don’t want to be without…So let’s use our telepathy
To plan this out…you see,
I need to know…
Where we should be to meet?
When ?
And…
Where do I need to be?I’m ready to go grocery shopping with you,
To cook up all the most mouth watering meals with you,I’m ready to deal with the petty arguments,
And then make up and make love to you…I know some parts will be easy,
Some will be rough so…
I’ll try to never make you feel like…your presence is not enough…To make me happy.
Let’s agree to resist the urge to move fast and simply take the time to become friends.
Best friends.
Let’s agree to start something great
And to not to let it end,Over something as foolish as our pride.
I want to walk by your side.
Your arm around me.
Me Smiling inside,You’ll be truthful with me
Because you respect me,
And trust me with it all.You should know that
Despite what you call your flaws…You are more beautiful than any image I could’ve ever created in my mind.
Give me a time.
And please,
Don’t make me wait.Because I’m ready to meet you…
My future love…
My future best friend…
Sincerely,
Your soulmate.
Don’t spare my feelings.
If I am not the woman that you believe God hand crafted solely for your existence,
Do not stay with me.
If my “flaws” stand out to you more than my beauty–
Don’t say you love me.
If I am not the women that you feel motivates you to be the man you should be,
Don’t hold my hand.
Don’t lay next to me.
Don’t kiss me.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t lust me.
Because I was created in God’s image,
Not solely to please your flesh
But to ignite One’s spirit.
To dance with One’s soul
To feed One’s famished heart.
There should never be a moment that you don’t miss me when we’re apart
If you believe that I am your other half.
Yes, I like you.
Yes, I want you.
But I will be okay if you truthfully say to me,
That you do not believe that I am the woman that God created especially for you.
Because in my heart, I know that if this is true…
There is someone that does or will
And though, often impatient, I can wait–
To be valued as more than another body on One’s dinner plate.
It will be okay.
Alone after 3 glasses of wine
Begins to feel like lonely.
My blanket provides warmth
But I want someone to hold me.
Kiss me.
Tell me things that make my heart feel tingly-
Without the lies
I’m okay on the outside
But inside I’m consumed by my pride.
I want more,
More than exes sending text messages about how much they miss me, and want to try again.
I need more than a the temporary high of a rekindled flame calling my name and caressing my skin…
I want more than basic conversation and empty promises
More than good conversation with empty promises.
I want more…
More than three glasses of wine and my blanket…
But I know I need to remember what it feels like to be alone without feeling lonely…
so I won’t text any of the possibilities above,
I can rediscover my happiness without requiring validation of a man making me feel loved.
I’ll learn to reaccept my own company as enough.
I’d know that’s real love.
No, I won’t say it.
I won’t say those three words that can create bliss, or allow heart break.
Those words that can create sweet memories…or leave behind scars that rarely fade.
I won’t say “I love y–.”
At Least not until I’m sure that in you I can be secure,
But it gets harder every day because I find myself wanting you more…
Still…I won’t say it….
Because it’s something you say when you’ve whole heartedly accepted that you’ve opened the door to a sacred place and allowed the risk of being robbed, or the comfort of having extra security. No one ever really knows which one they’ll get.
So I’ll save those words, like a secret well kept.
Hold it inside my chest, until there’s no room left…
To contain it.
But damnit…
I think I love y–….
Still l–I won’t say it.
Not until Time tells me that you’re here to stay.
I admit it, I’m uneasy–a little afraid.
I can’t say I love y–…
But I want to.
And I hope that you don’t mistake my silence when you say it for my lack of that emotion.
Because it’s here In my heart and mind, and as a result, my soul is open…
I’m hoping…
That the words won’t sneakily slip from my lips.
Butterflies doing flips…
I’ll just show you
…that I love you.
That I’ll find someone in this world to fall for.
I want to feel that stomach dropping anticipation while feeling safe simultaneously.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only know your favorite color or flower, but when to offer words in your rage, or the strongest embrace when no words will do.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only work with you but for you. Work for your happiness when you’ve forgotten how to create it.. work for your smile when your lips won’t curve.
You, my dear, deserve a conscious lover that couldn’t imagine being anything else.
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