A note left under the lamp... m4w
...in the backroom where you work, to tell you how I felt about you. We are both committed to other lives and people, but I'll never feel the way about anyone else that I do about you. We used to share childhood fun, then grew apart. Our own kids now enjoy the same together. Finding one another a few years later. I will always remember how beautfiul you were as you braced for impact, your arms full of books from class, as I nearly ran you over in the hallway. Looking for a gf with benefits. At that moment, I knew my life would never be the same. After talking with a friend of yours, I discovered you were available and knew that I had to make you mine. We spent several incredible moments together...some with Whitney playing as we were parked behind the grandstands. I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go back then. Although we shared a few stolen moments after that, I knew you would never completely be mine again. A short time ago we, by chance, became acquainted once again. We enjoyed in depth conversations and fantasies of times together...the snow falling outside reminds me of the cabin and fire we discussed. There were the stories of the swirling, warm water of the hot tub and the playful scene as you painted your newly finished walls. Maybe you don't remember those discussions, but i always will. We talked about the feelings Wives wants real sex Beason of being alone in our relationships and imagining eachother as we were with our spouses. We shared a few more stolen moments and I told you I wont give up, you're the only woman I have ever wanted and I will wait for you as long as it takes. I told you that it takes my breath away to see you walk into a room, and I meant that. It happens every time and I don't foresee that ever changing. To borrow a line "true love is one soul finding it's counterpart in another" is exactly the way I feel. When I see you I know you're the missing part of me. I will continue to repost this for as long as it takes for you to read it and "know." I gave you the gift of my favorite fragrance, you gave me the gift of a photo containing my favorite color (which you also asked me about while we were dancing), I know your favorite color and how amazing you look in it. If and when you ever reply...tell me the answer to one of them and I will know it is you. Because you know my occupation and the characters in my favorite movie, you were able to read the stories I had written. You can still find me there and there is one letter left unread... I will have these feelings for you...yesterday, today, tomorrow...everyday after. I will always be here for you...when and if you are ever ready...always.
