Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 10, 2012 1:00:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 210px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/paper1.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #858585; border-left: 3px solid #858585; border-right: 3px solid #858585; border-bottom: 3px solid #858585;] DEAREST, mickey mouse, You know how terrible I am at speaking out loud, so I'm writing this down to clear my head and to try and explain to you how I feel. You know I love you. I love being with you. You make me happy and proud to be who I am. You were the first person in four years to make me lose control, because when you're around me, my heart beats fast and slow and my world turns upside down... sometimes literally. I love you, Mickey, and I know you love me too, even if it doesn't feel like it right now. I've asked them to get this to you on the tenth or eleventh, so hopefully you've cooled off after a few days. Just, please, don't forget that I love you. I just want to sit here and pour my feelings out. I'm sorry you saw me and Ven like that. She was having nightmares (don't tell her I told you). You know I'm a sucker for nightmares. I can't stand the idea that someone is haunted like I am. I just want people to be happy. I want you to be happy. I want you to never have to feel haunted or have nightmares or need to fight the shadows with a toothbrush. That should be my job. I'll do it for you, gladly. If you are still angry at me, okay. I won't give up. Not for a while. I'm the Teddy to your Billy, the Romeo to your Juliet, the Portia de Rossi to your Ellen DeGeneres, the David Burtka to your Neil Patrick Harris. I'm the Westley to your Buttercup. Sometimes I'm the one who needs the rescuing, another reason why I love you. Just remember, this is how I feel. "Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches!" - Westley, The Princess Bride YOURS, alburrito |