Wallflower

Part of me is so jealous of you.  Jealous that I can’t be as free or as unencumbered as you.  Jealous that I can’t go out and get all of the guys at the party to make a pass at me like they do at you.  Jealous that I can’t relax.  Jealous that I can’t live life for now, that I’m too afraid of the future.
But maybe you should be weary of the future.  Because if you snap out of this, and you probably will, you might be embarrassed of what you’ve done.  I’ll still be jealous that I never let myself go, because I love how free you are now.

-Anon.

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Show and Tell

You show your love every day—you make me soup when I’m sick, you give me small gifts just to make me smile, you cuddle. Usually, I feel loved. Today I need something else. I need to hear it. I need you to tell me you love me, and to tell me why.

Maybe then I can show you how much I love you.

-Anon.

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