When I’m in bed…alone I still think about loving you. We’ll be holding each other touching kissing whispering of love. Humming Goosebumps on our throats. It’s not always a frenzy. Sometimes we’ll just wrap each other up in tenderness.
Then I get sad. I start to cry unsure of myself. Wondering did you ever say this to me, or did I only say it to myself? Did you really tell me you loved me? Or did you just say, “I love you” in a happy go lucky friendly way?
I can't remember anymore.
Is it me that you think of when you think of love? Or is it just me thinking to myself?
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Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2004
Love is never having to ask that question. I know you are loved.
O! God Sara I know exactly what you mean dear friend...be sure that when I say I love you I mean it with all my heart okay!!
Don't think that I just put that next to my name out of second nature.....no ways!!
What's in my heart is true...it's pure....and like superglue.....it sticks forever!!
That's why I know how it can hurt if someone tells you they love you and don't really mean it......it's a killer!!
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Don't think that I just put that next to my name out of second nature.....no ways!!
What's in my heart is true...it's pure....and like superglue.....it sticks forever!!
That's why I know how it can hurt if someone tells you they love you and don't really mean it......it's a killer!!
Love Tonka