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Hello,
I just wanted to tell you all about the fantastic weekend I had with Buru Buru. Buru Buru, this next part is for you. I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the-the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as another poster, and crossing that line is-is-is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't read your well thought out posts without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't hear your farmville stories without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't stalk you in chat without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our AO relationship - no pun intended (no harm Loner) - but I had to say it, 'cause I've never felt this way before, and I-I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't post in the same threads anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the silence on your keyboard is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you just - you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Buru Buru, there isn't another poster on this entire AO who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this AO handle for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never post again after today, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a harvesting of my crops to remind me of. Sincerely, Billyinvegas. |
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That was too long to read. Was it funny?
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def no_one(the_spanish_inquisition): **** Juan. |
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![]() It could use a few more paragraph breaks.
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And now, an excerpt from a post I like to describe as "Lesbianism for Dummies": Spoiler: |
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