Irony? Or just gross?
18 February 2005 at 6:41 pm
My Beautiful Boy,
I can't help but fall more and more in love with you everyday, and I;m as scared as I was when I first fell for you (you charming bastard). Sometimes I hate myself with you because you have such control over me - you could destroy me in an instant, and you have, but mostly you make me happier than I've been in a very long time, and you've brought me a kind of joy I've never experienced before. Sometimes I contemplated, what if this is forever? And instead of feeling scared, trapped, the idea of it is as natural as breathing. I can't imagine waking up next to anyone else, being held by anyone else, loving anyone else as much as I love you. One, five, ten years down the line, all I want is to stay as happy as I am with you. Thank you for proving everyone, including myself, wrong. Thank you for being with me, for changing with me, for showing me what true love is. Happy birthday, baby.
I found that, a letter to Aaron for his birthday two years ago, while I was looking for my vibrator. Heh.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.