I don't know why he does it.
Is it part of the plan?
Or a need to connect?
Manipulation?
Or trust?
He ripped back the curtain again.
Just a little.
He let me see inside
Just a little.
And he did it with such poetry and such nakedness that it hurt.
No, sillies, he didn't say that.
He will never say that.
Even if he felt it, he would never say it.
But he bared... something else.
There were other things, of course.
His latest plans.
His latest schemes.
He's pushing me.
Using me.
Nothing new, that.
To be expected.
You'll hear about it eventually, what he has in mind for me.
Things I will experience.
Things I will do.
I suppose you'll hear about it all.
Eventually.
But not this.
Not what he said.
Not what he wrote.
Not what he feels.
I will not let you see him
that naked.
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I had a smart alecky remark all ready to go, and I couldn't bring myself to besmirch your post, and the deep feelings it represented, with my low, tacky humor.
The word verification is "consest", which seems significant somehow. or I'm just up too late.
OG, I believe you are turning into a bit of a tease. :)
But the quality of your writing is such that it doesn't hurt, much.
Love and warm Hugs,
Paul.
While I'm not intuitive enough to know what he said... I can most definitely *feel* how he made you feel.
You lucky, lucky girl.
sg
just popping in to say - happy birthday to you! Hope you had an enjoyable day, despite your cold xx
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