I don't know how to explain it. When ever I see him, I can't stop looking. I want to kiss him and hold his hands. His hands... they are like ice. Cold and unforgiving.
His lips are warm and soft, they kiss me back gently but they have a little push, pashion and a will of their own...
I want him to know how much I like him, and I think he already knows, but I'm not sure...
I don't want to be a creeper, I want him to like me back. Like I like him...
I want to be able to take his pain and fears away and be able to be there for him, but I think that since he has been on his own so much, that he doesn't know how to take someone who wants to help him, who wants to be with him. Who doesn't want to use him and then throw him away like he's a piece of trash.
I really do care about him...
I do.
And knowing that he doesn't trust anyone, not even me, hurts...
-Lizzy
AKA
Cherry V.
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