Always

I wonder why you do this
you've got everyone lying for you
I notice things, because I love you so much
I notice every little thing about you
You really don't have to do it
You can confess ANYTHING to me
Because I'd forgive you of anything
This, I hope you can see
For every day that passes
I only love you more
I will always love you
I will ALWAYS be yours

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*Trust me, I know who is reading this. I told you, I'm smart. I can figure out who knows everything and who knows nothing. I really don't think anybody reading this has any clue how smart I am. And as for the comments, if I am the crazy one then you are just as crazy for BROADCASTING his name on the internet. And if that was you who wrote your own name, well, you're crazy because, no matter what I've done, I have never gone so far as to actually post your name on this website or any other website where the whole WORLD could see it. But, whatever, maybe you want everyone to know your name. Are you proud that someone is so in love with you? You must be. Good. I got nothing to hide, glad you don't either. Okay, yeah, it hurt my feelings at first but, after I did some thinking, it's not so bad, really, cause, I'm not surprised. It doesn't make me angry either. It used to, but now, I'm just used to it. I just don't know why you think you have to do this. You don't. And like I said before, if you're not even reading this, then why would someone even bother with the comments that are honestly, bordering on being mean, when I have every right to write what I want to write? Maybe the person commenting wasn't who I thought it was, don't know for 100 percent sure, BUT, I am not afraid to say right here and now, that that person is lying about information they give me. And as for the person commenting, I bet you if I did some serious thinking, I could figure out, in time, who it is. SO, I'd be very careful if I were you, that is, if you dont want to get found out. If you DO want to get found out then, why don't you give me some hints? What's wrong? Are you scared? I won't be mad, so you really have nothing to be afraid, really, I could forgive pretty much anything, becauese I LOVE all the people in my life and am really not into holding anything against them. Oh, I figured it out. I know why the sudden commenting. It's because I said that your lying repels me away from you, isnt it? SO, you want me to think that you are 100 percent, without a doubt telling the truth. Am I right? Well, I got news for ya. I've known you were lying for a pretty good while and, I was forgiving the whole time. Because FORGIVING is what you do when you LOVE people. You know, I COULD have just let go ages ago. I COULD have just said forget about him, let him play his stupid little games, I'll find someone else. BUT, I knew in my heart, I didnt want to do that, because YOU are the only person I want. YOU! That's not going to change. Whatever. I guess, whoever you are, you can keep commenting if you want, but honestly, the stuff you were saying is getting a little mean and did sort of hurt my feelings, but, whatever, I guess, maybe I'm strong, and can take it, but, I really don't see your point in doing it.
It seems a little immature for you, a grown person, or I'm guessing you are grown, to be doing that, when, if he's not even reading this, as you claimed, then what am I hurting by writing any of it? Was I mistaken in thinking that I have the freedom of expression? I guess you do too, so, whatever. I love you anyways, whoever you are, if you're someone I know, which, obviously you must be, or you wouldn't have even known what his name was. And you wouldn't have known enough to tell me that he is too old for me, which, I really don't see how that's your call to make at all, but, thanks anyways, maybe in your weird way, you think you're looking out for me. As for YOU, yes YOU, the guy who this is all about, dude, seriously, I love you, but I honestly don't see why you can't just man up or whatever. And, for the hundredth time, no, none of this means that I am not going to tell you, so, chill, everything will be fine, I promise. May the sweet dreams fairy grace you with her presence tonight, and anyone else reading this, poised and ready to rip into me like a monkey in a banana store. Bless your little hearts.
And even tho I'm sick of this, just for your benefit, because I care about you, Written at : 11:50 P.M. ish on April 22nd.