You're the only one who ever reads this far...who ever make it this far...so now, since you do come here, I am writting to you. I am no longer writting to myself or a diary or what not. I am writting to the one I love. I'm sorry to say I am a bit too much like a witch baby sometimes. Sometimes I want to capture my angel Juan and put him in a jar...keep him for me and me only. Except when both me and witch baby try to do that, our Angel Juans are unhappy because they have no room to breath...it's amazing that I couldn't see that, when it's been infront of me so many time. It's so hard to let go to let someone fly. Always being afraid that once they see their wings you wont seem as magical to them. That they'll fly away to some magical land where all the angels go and forget about you. Always afraid that they'll find some angel girl in a tight skirt who wants to steal them away from you. I guess sometimes, even though it may be a bit suffocating, it's good to be afraid. It makes me say things that I want to say. It makes me tell you that I love you almost a 1/6th of everytime I want to say it rather than 1/10th. But I always put my foot in my mouth, seem to bruise this already strained piece of thread we hold between us. I know we'll never stop hurting entirely...but I wish it could turn into more of a good kind of hurt...
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