You won’t ever read this.
I love you. I love you to the point that I don’t know how deeply I love you. It’s not something I understand myself. It’s beyond me.
I’ve never said this to you, because it was never the right moment.
“I love you.”
I don’t know how to say it. When to say it…? I really do think too much.
People are sure that you love me too, but in my head it always come with the word “Probably”…
I don’t know how to say it to you, because it’s so embarrassing.
I just want you to know that I love you.
… and if I were to be completely honest..
I think too highly of you… I think too perfectly of you and I’m afraid to ask you for anything, because most of the time for sure you’ll say no.
But I love you. That really doesn’t justify anything… But I do, and maybe someday you will know this.
Mom, Dad.. I love you …
March 9th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
There’s too much animosity between me and my parents for me to say something like that.
March 9th, 2008 at 6:12 pm
I’d only say a extremely abbreviated version of that (in a jokingly kind of way) if I want something, and I’m begging for it.
March 9th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
Sometimes when my mom can feel my hatred towards her (I don’t hate her all the time, and she can’t really tell most of the time when I actually do), she would ask me if I love her, consequently the answer is always no.
March 9th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
Hey, I don’t think I can pick out one single mistake from that comment.
As for Pei’s, I can never “beg” for something, especially not in the cute voice that Pei employs.