To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals (idea)

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by Malicious Kitten (5.9 y)

Mon Feb 05 2001 at 15:42:01

He loves me, he loves me not.

One petal falls. I keep questioning, ripping him apart, probing every last possible explanation for what seems like unconditional love.

He loves me, he loves me not.

There goes another petal. It hurts him, I can see that much. But I'm so scared that he's going to turn around and stab me in the back. It's happened before. What will stop it from happening again?

He loves me.

And I'm done. Done staring at his soul with a magnifying glass. No more petals left to pull. Nothing underneath...he loves me.

C! info: 2 C!s given by: hamster bong, etouffee

I sincerely hope you have one of these somewhere in your life.	When not to break up with your girlfriend	What happens when you tell a girl you'll call and you don't	You are a maze of twisty little passages, all alike
Nobody is perfect forever, you lasted a long time.	Common Filipino phrases	pomegranate	This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
Cut off that stupid goatee and move on	All the Pretty Horses	his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that	He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
September 11, 1999	projectile vomiting	The Little Horses	I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
The Graduate	Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window	I'm afraid, I thought, I'm too afraid to jump, I'm a coward, and at that moment I jumped	I wish I knew how to quit you
Martyrdom	Apotheosis	Count to Pi for me.	Dream Log: October 28, 2001

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