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Writing is me talking, not a simple voice heard with ones ear, but a thought wrote in silence to be comprehended in your eyes. My eyes tell truth when I am silent and refuse to converse, my sadness fills them, secretive feelings revealed through them, yet no one looks into my eyes, but asks a question I care not to answer.

My hearing is exquiset and I listen to all, I comfort by listening, find secrets in the tremor of a whisper, hear your heart call to mine and mine reply. Fingers touch in softest ways to calm and comfort hidden fears, as well as please through out the days, to stroke the hair of a saddend child, and relinquish the feeling of cold in you.

But few know these things I can be

and I guess it's just part of being me.

I used to pride my self on never feeling for the guys I dated, they were always pig headed, egotisticle, asses that didn't deserve me to care about them... But as of late I met a guy, he makes me feel everything I used to be in control of, even if I wanted to stop feeling the things I do for him I would not be able to stop...

I want him as we speak, but he's out of my reach, not close enough for me to see him every night or day, but we keep in touch and he tells me that he loves me. I used to know completely absolutely for sure that there was no such thing as love... But I have begun to doubt myself......