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Love's Bitch or Jeremy's Bitch
9 years ago
The ramblings and ingenious philosophizings of a Victorian Otter
I'm in love with him. Completely and totally and if he promised me the moon I would believe it. I know I'm pathetic but I truly love him. I do with all my heart and hearing him be happy makes my heart skip beats and soar to the sky and I want so much to be in his arms right now just holding him.
When I see him again, I'm going to kiss him until he's done with kissing or done with me.
Gah, I miss him so fucking much. These phone calls only make me want him more. I am so desperate to be with him. I love him. Why am I such a fucking tool? Why am I so stupid? I truly know he loves me and I hope he knows I would do anything for him. But . . . ah gods it hurts. It hurts to be away from him, but those brief beautiful moments I get to talk to him, I am in heaven. I am in love and I love him so.
Spark you silly dingo, your stupid love sick, love struck otter loves you with all of his worthless, doting heart. You own my heart and it hurts to be without you, but it made me so happy that you wanted pictures of me, and that you were so happy to talk to me. My sweet dingo is back . . . I just hope this time he means to stay and that he comes to be with me. -sighs-
Damn you love, stop making me your bitch.